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Assistant! Reader x Harry Styles Masterlist

April 2016

“Thank you for meeting me.”

Y/n settled into the seat across from Harry. Her hands curled tightly around her mug, apprehension seeping into her bones. “Of course.”

She had been surprised when Harry called her, asking to meet at the Beachwood Cafe. She hadn’t heard from him in months, not one call or text, not even an email. Not that Y/n really expected much when One Direction finally went on hiatus, but after zero communication, she wasn’t quite sure why he’d called her all these months later.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you in ages,” Harry asked.

Y/n’s eyebrows raised a bit, but she answered him anyway after taking a sip of her coffee. “Fine, I guess. You?”

“Good!” Harry said excitedly. “Taking a break the last few months has been…I don’t know. Peaceful, but odd, you know? I’ve never had so much time to myself before.”

“Must be nice,” Y/n said, trying to hide the irritation in her voice.

“Yeah, but I realized that I kind of miss it,” he said. “I knew once we decided on the hiatus that I wanted to do my own thing, but I thought I would take a longer break, but I feel like I’m…itching to get back to work.”

That definitely seemed like Harry. Y/n had worked for him for years, and even when there were breaks between tours, he was hard at work—writing, going to Fashion Week, collaborating with other artists, vocal training, even trying new recipes in his state-of-the-art kitchen, which led to a phone call at one in the morning where Harry asked Y/n to come over and see if his macrons tasted "fluffy enough." It seemed only right that he rested for mere months before starting a new project. She could practically picture him at either of his homes in LA or London, scribbling in his leatherbound journal or playing new melodies on his guitar or piano (and the occasional late-night pastry party). As long as she’d known him, Harry had been a hard worker through and through. A little on the wild side when he had some tequila in him, but when it came down to his career, he was focused, determined.

“Good for you,” Y/n said, meaning it. She always thought he was capable of more. “So what comes next for you? Have you recorded songs already?”

“Not quite. I’m planning a trip to Jamaica to write and record there. It’s remote, serene, a good place to get away. So we’ll have to start booking flights and places to stay and—”

“I’m sorry, ‘We?’” Y/n asked, her brow furrowing with confusion.

Harry matched her look of confusion with one of his own. “Yeah, I mean—I need you. I can’t do this without you.”

The sentiment warmed Y/n’s heart for a moment, but his immediate assumption that she would drop everything just because he asked her to brought the irritation swarming back. “Mr. Sty—Harry, you know I don’t work for you anymore, right?”

“What do you mean? Are you talking about the hiatus? I just thought we could all use some time off, but…I guess I just thought—”

Harry didn’t finish his thought, but his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Y/n would’ve found it cute if he hadn’t been so dense. Resentment still circled around her like a fog, and she wouldn’t let it go so easily, she couldn’t.

“I was employed by your management, Harry. To be an assistant to a member of One Direction,” Y/n explained. “I was let go. I had to quickly find another job doing something else.”

“Oh.”

Y/n supposed she should’ve anticipated being fired, but she didn’t. There was a lot of information that she was privy to that most people weren’t, secrets that were tightly bound by an NDA when she was first hired, but talks of the hiatus was very hushed. She knew to suspect that somewhere down the line the boys would finally take a break, but it came a lot sooner than she was prepared for, and she was left jobless before she had the chance to line something else up. Y/n thought that Harry would give her the courtesy of a warning, but he said nothing about it to her, didn’t offer much except a side hug after One Direction’s last performance.

So yeah, she was a little bitter.

“I’m—I’m really sorry, Y/n. I know it doesn’t make up for…all of this and everything you went through, but I am truly sorry.”

“Thank you.”

Y/n believed him, believed that he was sorry for everything that went down, but it still hurt to know she wasn’t someone he was close enough to talk to about all of this at the time. She was Harry’s assistant, she knew that, but they’d been through a lot together. But he was ever the professional it seemed, and it was her job to remember that, not his.

When she realized her coffee was finished, Y/n stood up. “Well, it was good seeing you, Harry. Good luck on your next project. I’m sure it’ll be great.”

“Wait, but—you’re not—you‘re leaving?”

“I have to run a couple errands before work," Y/n explained. She rested her hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. “But really, no hard feelings. I wish you all the best.”

She left Harry at the table, heading for the front of the cafe and toward the busy street beyond. Her heart felt heavy as she walked away, but she tried to shake the feeling that she was walking away from more than just her boss. Former boss. Like her mother always reminded her, she couldn’t be a personal assistant forever.

“Wait!”

Y/n turned on instinct, eyes widening as Harry jogged after her, his little bun bouncing with each step. He skidded to a stop in front of her, green eyes wide and searching. For what, she wasn’t sure, but the heat of his gaze was enough to make butterflies stir in her stomach.

Putting on her best front, she raised her eyebrows, waiting for Harry to say whatever he needed to.

“I wasn’t kidding earlier. I need you, Y/n,” he said. “I—You’re the only one who really knows me, who I know will have my back no matter what. I need a familiar face in my corner.”

I need you, Y/n. Those words were her kryptonite. Year after year, Y/n heard Harry's voice over the phone as he roused her from sleep, read the text messages while she was getting her nails done or watched TV in her hotel room, or on the rare occasion she went on a date. But she had to hold strong. Y/n had been devastated by her sudden layoff, but now she had a life, and she didn't want to get sucked back into Harry's very alluring web of charming smiles, cheesy jokes, and endless adventure. That was his life, not hers.

“I have a job, Harry. I can’t just drop everything and quit because you suddenly want me to—”

“What are they paying you?”

Y/n’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

Harry pushed on. “What are they paying you? I’ll double it.”

Scoffing in disbelief, she said, “It’s not about the money—”

“Triple,” he countered. Harry took her hand in his and squeezed it. He looks desperate, Y/n thought.

“I can’t just quit my job because you remembered I existed,” Y/n said quietly, pulling her hand out of his. She clung to her resolve, hoping Harry would make this easy and just let it go, let her go. “I—I deserve more.”

More of what, she wasn’t sure, but Y/n knew it was true. Harry only reached out because he needed something from her, and that hurt more than she cared to admit.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Harry said, looking down at his shoes. A pair of scuffed Chelsea boots he wore practically everywhere. Y/n had bought him a pair of Vans one year, an attempt to switch up his wardrobe, but he still chose the boots nine times out of ten. “Just—At least think about coming to Jamaica. Please?”

“Harry—”

“Not as my assistant. As a guest. A friend,” Harry amended. “We’re planning on staying at a huge villa, and I want to make up for being an idiot. Just—Just think about it. Please.”

Despite everything, Y/n found herself wanting to say yes. It was that magnetic pull she felt toward Harry that had kept her working for him for so long. He was an important person in her life, and up until he’d all but ghosted her after the hiatus, she thought she was important to him too. In spite of his misgivings, Y/n still wanted to believe that she was.

It was so stupid, but it felt good to be wanted by him. She was an idiot, she knew that. But her friendship with Harry was legitimate, he'd just acted like a complete idiot. She'd known him long enough to know he was very capable of acting like an idiot. So even though she shouldn’t, even though she had carefully lined up her reasons not to in a little line, she started to cave.

But she couldn’t make the decision now. Not when Harry was looking at her with pleading green eyes and his sad little puppy dog face, his cologne dizzyingly lovely. No, she owed it to herself to really think about what she wanted. If getting sucked back into that whirlwind was worth it. Worth getting her heart properly broken when she knew he would never feel the same about her.

"I'll show up at work, you know," Harry said. "I'm not above it. You might think I am, but I'm not."

Y/n had no doubt in her mind that he would. Along with being an idiot, Harry was very stubborn, and very persistent. She had years with him to know that. Did she really need Harry Styles showing up at her place of work?

“Fine, I’ll think about it,” she finally said, trying to pretend like her heart was screaming to just agree. But her heart was an impulsive little shit that was bound to get her in trouble.

Harry’s face broke out into a wide grin, one that displayed those famous dimples and lit up his entire face. It was hard to feel like he didn't think she was the only person on earth to exist when he looked like that, like he was convinced she’d already said yes. “I’ll take it.”

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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Headcanons(q! Wilbur)

Hello, so this is qsmp! Wilbur headcanons. This was requested from my one of my wattpad reader. I’m not very good with headcanons but I hope you enjoy. This is over 1000 words also just a warning.

Wilbur list Masterlist

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In the beginning

He sat right in front of you on the train. Everyone was talking and introduced themselves one by one. While he sat looking to the side to see outside the window. You didn't know why but you wanted to know more about him.

The first night, everyone gathers at the first house, Roiers, to have a party. Music was playing and everyone dance. You look to see where Wilbur was, he was in the corner. Your guess was his social battery went out. So you went to ask him if he want to go outside across the party. He nods. After that you both became friends.

You would visit him at his home. And smile. You help him make his home bigger maybe one block more higher. He didn't mind. He loved when you both would hang out. He's a good listener while you talked and verses.

One thing you both had in common was music. He said he loves music and it brought him peace. While you were crafting for a pickaxe you happened to search for an instrument for him. There was. So instead of making a new pickaxe. You made a guitar. So the next day, you went to his house noticing the rams on the stone. Knocking on his door with the guitar behind me. He opens it and smiles. You handed him the gift and he notice the gift smiling as he hugged you. This was a first for you both. You both never hugged before only a wave bye but it was nice.

He let you know that he would be going on a boat and to not worry about him. But you did worry. You worry very much about him. He notices your face as he hugs you then his hand on your cheek. 'Darling you don't have to worry I will be fine and I will send a letter alright.' You didn't reply you just stare at Wilbur as he stepped back from you giving him space.

Meeting Tallulah

You were doing your normal routine till you notice Wilbur and Fit at the adoption center. Waving at them you stayed with them. Heading inside it was abandoned. Never looked like this before. You fell off till you felt someone holding your hand. Looking down to see his hand holding yours. Then you looked at Wilbur smiling. Fit explain more till there was a noise about us and a ladder appeared. Going up the ladder to see an egg.

Wilbur had 3 names for the egg. The egg got to choose one now her name is Tallulah. Tallulah passed you and Wilbur a red rose. We thank her.

Helping Wilbur raise Tallulah is fun. She showed us she plays some instruments. He would show her more tricks. Staring at the both with a smile.

You would also take pictures of them together. And give Tallulah any instruments you craft and she is grateful for each and one of them. Wilbur would watch you both bound. His love for you just grew stronger.

when Wilbur is away on a trip, you would stay with Tallulah and take care of her. Tell her many things about her father that you knew. She would smile.

Most nights, he would rush inside looking for his guitar. You hand it to him, 'She is waiting for you.' You would say as he goes to her room hearing the guitar play. You walk in to see him on her bed as she stares at him. You would walk in sitting by her bed she places her head on your lap.

Bad was telling us how quackity and some others vandalize the outside of the house. With quackity saying he has been claiming Tallulah as his own. You saw Wilbur's rage. Telling bad thank you and he was off. Wilbur started to look at the front seeing it a mess. You would try and calm him but by the second it wasn't working you stop him before going inside. In the end, you both thought that it was best you just come back tomorrow.

Tallulah would ask why you didn't stay the night. You just tell her it's grown-up things. Sadly you just said we agreed to disagree on something. She understood while Wilbur stood by.

You would fish with Tallulah but Tallulah would fish better than you ever could. That's when Wilbur would stand behind you and show you how to fish. Tallulah would stare at you both seeing you both get along now.

Meeting Chayanne

When first meeting him, Wilbur didn’t know who he was. Phil welcome us and we talked till Chayanne woke up and started to attack Wilbur. You and Phil tried to call Chayanne but he tried to get where Wilbur was. Wilbur was already on top of the house. That is when he found out about that Chayanne is related to him. (but not honestly it’s very confusing) Wilbur lost it. That’s when the two started having a family rivalry. Saying who was better. Honestly, you excepted this to happen.

Wilbur would notice how Chayanne would take care of Tallulah as you made your way over to him. He breaks a stare to look at you. ‘Chayanne is such a big brother.’ All you did was nod in response.

When Wilbur was away, and you were a little busy Tallulah would go to Phil and play with Chayanne but the time you would finish. Tallulah would be asleep next to Chayanne. You held her up thanking Phil and telling Chayanne thank you as well. You teleport home putting Tallulah asleep.

Now

One night, You were outside talking to Bad tell you heard crying from inside. Rushing inside you notice her moving around. You tried to wake her up it was a nightmare. She started to talk in her sleep. You try one more time as she looks at you and hugged you deeply crying into your arm. You tried and messaged Wilbur but it wasn’t working. Tallulah stayed in your arms as she went back to sleep.

Waking up one day to notice Tallulah handing a phone saying your name on it as you played a video. Saying all the eggs' names and how many lives they have. With them only having one more day till something happens. That same day happens to be Wilbur's last day. Turning over to notice Wilbur slowly waking up telling him about the video. He was sad he just got Tallulah and he didn’t want to lose her.

On Tallulah and his last day before they left for a while. You three would spend it together. Rather than just dwell on them leaving. It was productive fixing the outside of the house to her liking with her tortoise zoo in the fair right. Many would stop by and Wilbur changed with them as you stayed with Tallulah. At the end of the night, you three would be in Tallulah's room with Wilbur Gutair. Wilbur sang her favorite song, Dear Theodosia. Shortly you join in sitting on Tallulah's bed. She stares at her parents singing to her.

Wilbur left a book for you and her.

‘Dear y/n,

By the time you are reading this, I will be off doing something. I can’t tell you that yet but soon I will. When I leave chances are you are in the house alone if Our daughter was taken by her mother. I want to say thank you for helping me take care of her. I know you cared for her as much as I did. If I’m being honest I didn’t think I was ready to be a father. But I saw how you connected to her quickly. Shortly she connected with me. I didn’t want her to leave my side. When you were away mining she would tell me the adventure you would take her on. And how she was giving you some lesson for you to surprise me with. I’m sad I didn’t get to see you perform for me. But I hope when I come back you will be ready to play me any song. Even if it's a baby song. The reason I’m writing to you is because… wow I’m very nervous even if I’m writing it to you instead of saying it to your face. The reason I’m writing to you is because I don’t know how to explain my feelings face to face. I thought this letter would help. So y/n ever since the first week, I wanted to get to know you. More than your name or your favorite color. I wanted to know the real you. And I did you are the most kind, caring person I know. You help me with everything involving my first house to our first child. I hope you feel the same when I say I like you more than friends. When I come back I hope we can be more than friends. Darling, I am very much in love with you and I hope we talk soon.

- Wilbur Soot’

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sacredjake · 10 months

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Fade Into You

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, some angst

here’s a little jake blurb that i couldn’t stop thinking about. every time i hear the this song i think about slow dancing with jake to it, so here it is. i whipped this up super quick so there’s bound to be spelling and grammar mistakes.

You had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone far too long, background noise from the tv filling the silence in your living room. It had been one of those days where lingering thoughts had gotten to you, plummeting your mood quickly. Once excited and feeling like you were filled with light from the sun turned into being on the brink of tears and uninterested in everything. Even your favorite tv show which usually could at least make you laugh, was’t swaying your mood.

The familiar jingling of keys could be heard on the opposite side of the door, signaling that your boyfriend had finally returned home from his short trip. He had only been gone for two days, and even then you normally would’ve been more excited to see him. As he entered your shared house, luggage and guitar case in tow, you briefly looked up to meet his eyes, muttering a small ‘hi’ before returning your attention to your phone. Part of you felt guilty, but you also were just physically and emotionally unable to do much else. You had no energy to spare, using all of it to try and claw your way out from under the metaphorical rock that held you down.

He could tell something was up, you knew he could. This wasn’t how you would typically greet him as he came home from a trip, you knew it, and he knew it. He brought his luggage to sit under the bar of your kitchen that sat on the edge of the living room, separating the two spaces while also joining them. After carefully setting his guitar case down he sat down next to you on the couch and kissed the side of your head, hand resting gently on your thigh while you kept your eyes on your phone.

“Everything okay, baby?”

You met his soft, warm, milk chocolate eyes that were filled with concern, trying your hardest to put on a convincing smile.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Your voice betrayed you, coming out slightly above a whisper as you smiled back softly. His eyes searched yours before you broke eye contact, knowing he would see the sadness you were holding inside.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes until he stood from the couch, giving your knee a loving pat before he stood. He walked over to the bar and grabbed his phone off the counter, going through it as he walked into another room. When he returned he was holding a small speaker, one the two of you used in place of records when you didn’t own said record. You watched as he set the speaker on the mantle above your fireplace, turning it on, and connecting his phone to the device.

Instead of playing anything he pocketed his phone, and turned his attention to the large ebony coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. Before you could ask what he was doing, he began to push the giant, and heavy, piece of furniture to a far wall. With the table moved there was now a large area of free space, opening up the room. Satisfied with the new placement of the table, he fished his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen once with his thumb. The speaker came to life with the soft sound of drums followed by a jazzy sort of guitar, soft and smooth.

Once again tucking the phone into his pocket, he walked to you silently and extended his hand out to you. He didn’t say a word, but the gentle smile he wore was asking you to dance with him. Although you didn’t feel up to it, you knew he was only trying to help, so you carefully took his hand and set your blanket to the side with the other.

He led you to the middle of the open space with your hand in his, and pulled you closer resting his left hand atop your waist. Your own hand delicately placed on his shoulder, your arm wrapped around the underside of his. He swayed the two of you to the slow beat of the song as you rested your cheek against his shoulder, looking away from him. His shoulder length hair tickled your eyelashes with each blink, but you didn’t dare move it. You heard his contented sigh slip as his cheek rested against your head, and his hand squeezed your own.

‘Won’t you tell me it’s okay, won’t you tell me what to say.

Won’t you hold my hand when nobody else has got the time.’

The two of you stayed that way for a beat or two before you tilted your head back to look at Jake. Instead of meeting your gaze, he closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against your own. He hummed along softly to the song, his chest vibrating against yours. You let his quiet hums lull your eyes closed, enjoying the tender intimacy of the moment.

‘So baby won’t you be my lady, miss you like crazy, I hope you’ll be my, my partner in crime.’

“Jake?” His name came out in a cracked and hushed whisper, like you were afraid to ruin the moment.

“Hm?” He hummed quietly, adding to the peaceful aura. You opened your eyes, finding his were still shut, and peered up at him through your lashes as best you could.

“I’ve never heard this song before.”

His eyes fluttered open as he pulled his forehead away from yours, and kissed where his was just resting. “Mmm, Sammy played it for me a few days ago while we were doing business in L.A. and it reminded me of you.”

His eyes met yours as they began to prickle with tears, a smile making its way onto your face. A few tears fell as you tried to blink them back. Jake smiled warmly at you, using the hand that was on your waist to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I kept thinking about how much I missed you, and how much I wanted nothing more than to hold you, and dance with you to this song.” He continued to wipe your cheeks sweetly until the tears stopped falling.

‘Won’t you tell me how you feel, won’t you make this all come real.’

Wiping his hand on his pants, he returned his hand to your waist to lightly push your hip while his grip on your hand loosened so he could spin you. When you came back around to face him, he secured your hand in his and placed his other hand back on your hip, continuing to sway you to the song.

‘Cause it’s lonely here, and I’m running out of things to say’

“You’re not good at hiding when you’re upset,” His left hand brushed stray strands of hair out of your face, stopping to cup your face, “but you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You cast your eyes down to your feet, avoiding his amused stare.

“Hey,” Jake’s hand on your cheek shifted under your chin forcing you to look up at him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize baby. I just want you to know that you can always talk to me.”

“I know.”

His brown orbs flicked back and forth between yours trying to get a read on you. Before he could say anything else you leaned into him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making all the bad feelings go away.”

His face softened as if he was more relaxed than he already had been. This time he leaned towards you and kissed your lips tenderly, still swaying to the song. You couldn’t help the genuine smile that sat on your face as he looked at you lovingly. His warmth was infectious.

“There’s that smile. That’s what I’ve been waiting to see.” His thumb ran along the apple of your cheek before his hand found purchase on your hip once again. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again letting your eyes close, feeling content. It was almost like the love was palpable, like you were surrounded in the feeling of his tender loving. Like you were wrapped in it.

“I love you so much, Jake.”

“I love you too, baby. More than you could ever know.”

As the music faded out he pressed another soft kiss to your head. Even after the song ended the two of you continued to sway back and forth for what seemed like hours. Both of you basking in the moment, hearts so full and warm they felt as though they might burst or simply melt into nothing. How you were blessed to be loved by someone like Jake was a mystery to you, but you were thankful to whatever celestial being put him in your path.

And while you wondered how you got to be so lucky to love and be loved by someone like Jake, he was thinking the same thing. He thought he must’ve done something right in a past life to be blessed with you in this one, and he was thanking the universe for bringing you to him.

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honkceasar · 6 months

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Hi I have an absolutely insane amount of random ass pd headcanons that I’ve decided to unleash onto the world today so here’s part one of my insanity!!!

-Ashe plays guitar, can’t remember if this is canon or not honestly

-Will taught himself guitar after Ashe got possessed, tries to learn his favorite songs (absolutely CANNOT play my famed disappearing act, much to his dismay)

-Will collects and cures bones as a hobby, has a necklace with Henny’s skull on it and a couple bones from Vyncent’s world

-Ashe is that genre of autistic person that doesn’t make a lot of facial expressions, so the most uncanny part of the trickster is seeing these over the top expressions on her face that he personally would NEVER make

-William is a horrible driver because he has glasses and refuses to wear them (this is also why he doesn’t yell at Dakota to wear his, he’d be a hypocrite)

-William likes to sew but he’s so unbelievably slow at it. He wants to have like proper patch pants, but it takes him too fucking long to put that many on there so instead his pants only have a couple patches on them made with old jeans and fabric paint

-Vyncent would def do horseback riding as a hobby, he probably misses when he would do it at home

He’s also definitely brought the boys with him to do his horse girl shit

-Ashe is really good at drawing!!!! I feel like she’d be one of those people that has a killer marker collection but doesn’t use them that often cause he does digital art

-William is absolutely addicted to caffeine you can’t tell me he isn’t

-While Ashe was gone Vyncent took his beanie and William stole like all his fucking clothes. They’re all too big but he doesn’t care, nor does he plan on giving any of them back

-Dakota definitely has chew necklaces but they don’t last long cause he fucking destroys them

-Vyncent and Dakota both vocal stim so fucking loud dude (I can’t decide if I think Will does too because Charlie does irl or if William actually would)

-Dakota gets night terrors about Williams death

-Dakota struggles with reading but he likes audio books, he’d probably listen to some with Ashe’s headphones when they’re on a particularly long road trip. Idk what type of books he’d like though. I could see him liking the Percy Jackson series but I can’t explain why

-Vyncent’s one of those guys that wears layers no matter the weather and somehow never gets too hot

William also wears layers when it’s hot out but he’ll be sweaty as a motherfucker and like. Dying

-William was a tech theatre kid, definitely ran lights and got very specific about color washes

-Dakota used to be a babysitter before the hero stuff to make some extra cash, he’s always been good with kids

#jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders #just roll with it pd #just roll with it prime defenders #ashe winters #dakota cole #vyncent sol #william wisp #honks jrwi rambling

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say-al0e · 2 years

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Updated: April 11, 2024

Eddie Munson

Whole Lotta Love | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

Coming home for spring break means getting to spend an entire week with Eddie. And he’s missed you just as much as you’ve missed him. | Ft. “Fuck, I’ve missed touching you,” + “I’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”

What I Like About You | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

You never imagined you would fall in love with Eddie Munson. It was out of the realm of possibility. But here you are. Kind of in love with a guy who’s not your boyfriend. | Ft. “I’m kind of in love with you.”

Hold On | Eddie x fem!Reader

Falling in love with your best friend was never part of the plan, especially when you figured you weren’t Eddie’s type. But a trip home to sub in for a Hellfire meeting brings you more than a victory.

Sweet Thing | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

A lazy summer morning with Eddie means lying in bed, listening as he plays guitar. It’s not your fault he looks so pretty doing it.A lazy summer morning with Eddie means lying in bed, listening as he plays guitar. It’s not your fault he looks so pretty doing it.

Radio Silent | Eddie x GN!Reader

Eddie has a habit of going radio silent but it never lasts very long. When he goes nearly a week without calling, you fear the worst. Turns out, Metallica has him just a little distracted.

Looks That Kill | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

Eddie’s never stepped foot in your bedroom and that fact has been driving him insane. When you return home for spring break and your parents have to head out of town, Eddie finally gets his chance to see every piece of you.

Your Graduation | Eddie x fem!Reader

Eddie didn’t remember much of his first senior year. But he remembered you. Now, after finally graduating, he just hoped you’d forgive him for the way that first year ended.

Movie Night | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

You’ve been crushing on Eddie Munson for ages. When you finally ask him over to a watch a movie, you learn that your feelings are definitely requited.

What Are Friends For | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

A conversation with friends reminds you that you’re about to begin college as a virgin. It bothers you more than you care to admit so you consult your best friend, Eddie; is virginity really that much of a turn off? (Or, best friend!Eddie takes your virginity)

Steve Harrington

Don’t Let Go | Steve x fem!Reader

Steve Harrington was your best friend. He was the one person you swore would never hurt you. But when high school rolled around, Steve went searching for a place to fit in while you went searching for yourself. Now, years later, the universe has brought Steve Harrington back to your life and he doesn’t plan on leaving again. | Ft prompt request: “I want you to be happy.” “You make me happy.” + “I think I’m in love with you.” + “You’re the only one who gets to call me that.”

Put Up or Shut Up | Steve x fem!Reader

Steve hadn’t been looking for love when he drove to Eddie’s, certainly hadn’t expected to find it in the shape of you perched on the soft couch with kohl rimmed eyes and chipped black nail polish, but maybe that’s what made it so special. | ft. “You’re really not together?” “No.” “You wouldn’t mind if I asked her out, then?” requested by anon.

Roll Along | Steve x fem!Reader

After the battle with Vecna, the future looks bleak. Steve Harrington is there to remind you that it doesn't have to look that way. He knows what it's like to be afraid but, sometimes, looking toward something that seems unrealistic is the only way to keep moving forward. | ft. “I didn’t know where to go,” requested by anon.

Future | Steve x fem!Reader

The only future you see involves Steve Harrington, even if moving in with him proves to be a challenge.

Breathe | SMUT, No one under 18! | Steve x fem!Reader

Blowing Steve in his car. That’s it, that’s the plot.

Cling | SMUT, No one under 18! | Steve x fem!Reader

For as long as you could remember, you and Steve have been close. What others see as clingy, Steve sees as comforting, right? Or, you fell in love with your best friend and suddenly, everything is too much.

Body Electric | Steve x fem!Reader

Steve has never lived in a home full of noise but he likes to think he’d enjoy spending the rest of his life in one. (AKA Steve Harrington is soft and proposes.) | Ft. Anon Request: “Is that my shirt?” + “We should get married.” “Funny.” “I’m not joking.”

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mercurygray · 2 months

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hi merc! i’d like to request ‘rosie cheeks’ for Fred from the prompt list!! :) thank you!

Shannon, thank you for this perfectly excellent excuse to do some very necessary backfilling here.

Friday night meant the dress uniforms were out.

"I guess this is pretty small time for you, after one of the big London canteens," Helen said as the four of them entered the Officers Club, the band in full swing and the room already filled with men excited to let loose a little.

"Dancing is dancing and men are men," Fred said with a shrug, pitching her voice a little higher to be heard over the music. "It's just a question of volume."

"Oh, you'll get volume, all right," Tatty assured her. "We've got a footbath at home; you're going to want to soak your feet later."

A familiar face peeled away from his pack to meet them at the door. "Ladies, you all look lovely, but I'm gonna ask Fred here if I can have the honor of her first dance."

The chivalry hit different when it came with that accent, and Fred tried very hard not to smile too wide. "Well, thank you, Lieutenant Biddick. You may."

Most men would have taken her hand first, after an invitation to dance, but the pilot pointed an accusatory finger. "Now, what did I tell you about calling me Curt?"

"Wouldn't want to step in on whatever girl back home has that honor," she offered diplomatically, following him to the floor and joining hands.

"No girl back home. But if there was, wouldn't mind if she looked like you."

Fred tried again not to smile. Sure, and they all say that. "And where's home, Curt?"

"New York," Curt said, emphasizing each syllable like it meant something special. "Brooklyn, specifically. Where you from, Miss Fred?"

"Madison, Wisconsin."

"Wisconsin! Gonna have to talk to Major Egan about Wisconsin, then. He's from Manitowoc." The word tripped out of his mouth in a jumble, Mandiawalk, which was pretty close to how folks at home said it, too.

The song was a slow one, so they talked about baseball and that new league that Wrigley had started - Curt didn't know how to feel about a bunch of girls running bases but he thought the uniforms were cute - and then the song was over and she was being introduced to Charlie Cruikshank - "But his friends call him Crank!" and it was another round of where you from, where you going to add to the ever-growing list of names and faces she needed to commit to memory as the music picked up and the laughter got louder.

It was a few hours later when the band decided to take a break and stand down so the musicians could get something to drink themselves. Fred had sat out the last few just so her brain could catch up and she could make a dent in her drink, but Tatty and Helen were still working the crowd like champions. Mary was back at the bar grabbing another round - soda waters this time. Drunk or sober there was still a long ride back to the manor house, and the donut machine tomorrow morning wouldn't care how much you'd had to drink the night before.

Crank circled back, one of the band members in tow. "Brady, you met our new Red Cross girl yet? This is Fred. Fred, this is John Brady, another one of our pilots. He flies with Hoerr, and Hambone."

Fred nodded and tried to insert that information into the jumble of mental flash cards that had been accumulating in her brain all evening. Brady was slim and tall and brown-haired, and there was a pipestem sticking up from his shirt pocket. She hadn't been close enough attention to the band to know what instrument he played. "Saw you playing along in back there - are you a musician, too?"

Fred felt her cheeks go rosy, and instinctively closed her fist, like somehow that would make the motions she'd been making to match the notes go away. They never tell you in training that the job's easy until someone sees you.

"She brought a guitar," Mary offered, clearly trying to be helpful as she returned from the bar.

"I play a little," Fred clarified, intervening before anyone jokingly brought up the possibility of her doing concerts. The guitar had been - a whim, really, a cheap way to break the ice in case it was really needed. She'd dragged it halfway around the world thinking it'd be cute, maybe, but now that she was here it just seemed hokey - cowboy songs and singalongs. She hadn't needed it, when she'd been on the canteen - no one was staying for more than a day and it wasn't a problem because she wasn't sharing a room with anyone who'd talk about it. But Thorpe Abbotts, it seemed, was going to be different. She would be here a while, would know these men - and Mary Boyle noticed things and liked to talk.

"You'll have to join the band some time, then, Fred," Brady said with a smile.

She met his eye and had a sudden sinking feeling he actually meant that, and felt her cheeks burn a little more.

#asked and answered #wexhappyxfew #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #freda torvaldsen #masters of the air oc #john brady x oc

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nicksbestie · 1 year

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Ash teaching Y/N to drum or seeing them drumming and feeling proud

Loved this request <3

Enjoy!!!

Drummer Boy

Pairing - Ashton Irwin x reader

Warnings - none

Word Count - 3583(!!!)

You couldn’t believe your life had ended up like this. An incredibly fortunate twist of fate brought you into what you had only dreamt of as a child. A pop star's partner. You had run into Ashton Irwin at a coffee shop while he and the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer were on tour. It had been purely coincidence, and honestly an embarrassing experience that he loves to remind you of. You’d turned around too quickly, rushing, looking down at your phone, and collided with him. Luckily he’d found the fluster amusing, and continued to come in.

That coffee shop had always been one of your routine trips in the morning, and after conversation after conversation, he’d finally weaseled his way into getting your number, and things had spiraled from there and here you were, waking up, albeit alone, in his bed, all of your stuff covering half of the walls and dressers.

And he was a drummer, no less. You’d always had a thing for drummers. Maybe it was the easy workout they get, or maybe it was just the fact that you’d always had a thing for members of the rhythm section. You know what they say.

You’d slid out of bed and had walked down to make coffee in the kitchen, not feeling like going out today. Wandering into the home studio that Ashton had created while working on Superbloom, you sat down at the small stool behind the piano. You knew a few of their songs off the top of your head, playing a slow rendition of Lover Of Mine when an idea popped into your head.

You decided to create a cover of Lover Of Mine just for Ashton. Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching and you thought it would be super sweet to do. Although, you didn’t quite know how to play Ashton’s drum part. So, you would leave that for last. You knew how to play guitar, piano, and bass, so you’d record those first. Ashton had shown you enough on mics to know how to professionally create a demo, instead of just recording and doing overlays on your music app on your phone.

Picking through specific tabs, you decided to start with the bass ones to record because they’d be the most suspicious to be caught recording. Ashton already knew you knew how to play Lover Of Mine on the piano, so that wouldn’t be a surprise, and the chords for the song aren’t the only song using them, so guitar could be played off easily. However, the bass tabs were unique so that would have to be the first one that was recorded.

You’d always had a love for the bass guitar. The other half of the rhythm section had always called your name. It wasn’t too difficult to quickly get used to the movement of tabs and the adjustment of holding the instrument, and it wasn’t hard to quickly record the beat of it. Listening over the track many ,many times until you decided that it was good enough for you to move on, you quickly made sure it was saved so you wouldn’t lose all of your work. Not like it would take a while to redo it, but still. More hassle with not enough time in the day.

Moving on to the guitar part, you remembered the main reason you liked bass better. It was easier. The guitar chords hurt your fingers as the thin strings dug into them, and the chords made annoying buzzy sounds, but eventually you got the hang of it. You’d been playing guitar for years, but you still weren’t a huge fan of it, or amazing at it. It just wasn’t your best instrument. That’s okay though, you mastered the few simple chords fairly quickly, almost finishing the guitar part just as quickly as the bass tabs.

This left the piano and drum parts left. Knowing the piano version by heart, you moved back over to work on it quickly. You got caught up in it, enjoying the way that the keys pressed down under your fingers and the pedal amplified the gentle sound. Piano has always been a way to relax and let stress roll off of you. It was like Ashton’s drumming. He used it as stress relief as well. But piano felt different, in a way. There was gentle piano, like Lover Of Mine, and then there was your angry songs, like Take Me To Church, with the trauma-filled lyrics and the pounding beat to it. You sat, recording the piano parts, letting yourself get lost in the melody, and the lyrics rolling through your head.

Drums. The drumming part was gonna be hard. You didn’t know drums. But you were going to try your best to get it done. It might take a few days, and you might have to ask Ashton for help, which you would have to try really hard to not raise his suspicion about it. He had a creepy way of always knowing what was going through your head, and while this may help most of the time, right now it definitely wouldn’t.

Luckily, he took a lot of interest and fun into showing other people how to play his favorite instrument, so you knew a little bit. But not nearly enough to learn a full song, so you spent hours googling and tinkering with it trying to figure out how it would all come together. You relistened to the studio track and the live versions of Lover Of Mine, trying to figure out just how important the drumming was to the song. (Obviously, it’s very important, but you were weighing your options of seeing if it would sound remotely similar or close enough without the drumming in it. That way you could just leave the drums out and you’d be more likely to get away with keeping this secret until Valentine’s Day, and you wouldn’t have to ask Ashton for his help.)

You slipped headphones on to listen to the track while trying to match the sounds on the instrument in front of you. Time was quickly passing by, as you kept the song on loop, slowly working part by part to make progress through the song. You’d gotten about halfway through, completely oblivious to your audience.

Ashton was standing there, leaning against the doorway. He’d decided to not make you aware of his existence yet. He’d been standing there for quite some time, watching your frustration and your moments of elation when you finally matched them and got some of the notes and beat right. He knew he’d taught you most of what you were using, but it also made him super proud that you were even attempting on your own. It shot fondness straight to his heart, knowing that you were trying to figure out and enjoy the instrument he built his entire life on, the one thing that he loved the most, second only to you.

He didn’t yet recognize the beat you were attempting to play, but that was fine. He didn’t need to know everything. There was enough he could figure out with just watching that he didn’t want to disturb you. He did wonder why you didn’t just wait and ask him for help when he got back, but shrugged it off. You didn’t have to tell him everything, and he’d always admired your strong sense of independence. It was only when your forehead lines started to crease in frustration and your mouth turned into a thin line in anger, that he decided to step in. Your back was to him, the door being behind the drum kit. He didn’t want to scare you, so he walked up and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you need some help with that?”

Despite the gentle touch, you were still a bit startled, not expecting him to be there. You quickly pulled off the headphones and switched off of the tab showing the Lover Of Mine tutorial, hoping desperately he hadn’t seen it. You weren’t quite so lucky. He didn’t say anything about it, but he had a small smile on his face that clearly showed he’d seen it. You were happy he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he just reached for the drumsticks in your hands.

“May I?”

You nodded, and let go of them, letting him take them from your grip. You stood up and let him take the stool. He sat down and started to play the song. You had taken a seat on the couch across the room, listening and watching the way he easily hit all the correct notes, all the right rhythms. You were slightly jealous of his ability to easily pick up any single instrument that he tried. You’d never been able to do that. But at the same time it was a talent that you admired in him. Among other things, of course. But it was definitely at the top of the list. He finished the song, smiling.

“That the one you were going for?”

You nodded.

“Yea.”

“Any specific reason?”

“Nope.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“You sure? You shook your head oddly fast for it to be a coincidence.”

“I’m sure.”

He smiled. You knew he could tell you were lying about it, but he didn’t seem to be too hurt. He was many things, but a fool did not happen to be one of them. He knew there was some secret you were holding, but he wasn’t offended by you not wanting to tell him. He’d always respected your privacy when it came to things you didn’t want to tell him, as long as you weren’t holding back hurtful things. However, he did want to help, if you’d let him.

“Alright then. Come over here, I’ll teach you to play it.”

About an hour later, you’d pretty much mastered the song. Thank god. You knew full well that you wouldn’t have been able to do it without him, but you were also incredibly relieved that you didn’t completely spill your secret and surprise for the upcoming week when he walked in. Thank god he never asked any questions, and didn’t push you to answer anything you didn’t want to.

“I think you’ve got it!”

You smiled. Finally.

“I think so too. Only took forever.”

He laughed, a real laugh, not one of the chuckles he forces out in interviews when he’s uncomfortable. That made you so much more relieved.

“It actually didn’t take that long. I expected more time, to be completely honest. Not like I mind. I love spending time with my two favorite things to do.”

You gave a playful glare.

“You really chose that wording?”

He laughed again.

“Sorry babe. Couldn’t resist.”

“You definitely could.”

It was just banter, there was no legitimate anger behind your words.

Now, you just had to wait until the next day when he wasn’t around so you could record the drum part without him being suspicious over what you were up to. Which turns out, wouldn’t take that long. Just the next day, he walked into your doorway and gently knocked on the frame.

“Hey love?”

You looked up from scrolling on your phone.

“Yea, what’s up?”

He gave a soft, yet sad smile.

“I have to go to the studio for a few hours. I know that we were supposed to spend today together, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright! I know you guys have a lot to do, with the album release coming up and all the promo. No worries!! Just text me when you’re on your way back okay? We can take a rain check for now.”

He walked over and hugged you.

“I don’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You deserve me and more. Go get your work done. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You were really happy actually, that he finally got out of the house. Not because you didn’t want to spend time with him, but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, and you had to be able to finish the cover before that morning. Now you would have the opportunity to finish the drum part and the singing part in your short time alone. And that was exactly what you got done. Still remembering the way and rhythm of the drumming, you knocked that out first. You barely made any mistakes and got it done in just a few takes, quickly overlaying it with all of the guitar, bass, and piano cover parts, making sure that it sounded satisfactory to gift. It did.

You were incredibly happy with the way it was sounding so far, and moved on to start recording the lyrics. You truly enjoyed singing, and had almost gone into it as a career. It was still a heavy secondary part of you. Because of that, you were heavily critical of your own voice. You couldn’t stand listening to it back, which was going to make the recording of it so much more difficult. You recorded triple the takes of every single instrument you’d recorded already put together. You hated the way they all sounded, and you knew in the back of your mind that it was really just your anxiety speaking and that they all sounded fine. However, that didn’t stop the perfectionism in you, so you continued to do take after take until you were satisfied with the results given.

Finally, you were happy with it, and you moved on to making sure that everything sounded good when it was overlaid and mixed together. It was fairly easy to make sure that all the instruments sounded good, and you decided to just leave it there. You thought the acoustic idea gave it more authenticity and you wanted to keep it that way. It felt more real, more loving. You liked the feeling of it and you hoped Ashton would too. Your phone dinged, right as you were thinking about him, with a message from the devil himself.

“Hi love, be home in 10. Got everything done, tomorrow is ours!”

“Sounds great. See you soon! <;3”

You quickly finished up everything you were working on, and made sure the demo was saved, but hid it under a folder of other recordings, hoping he wouldn’t look into that specific one later that night. Right as you finished closing everything off and making sure that the drums didn’t look touched, you heard the door open. You slipped behind the piano, pulling up some of the current songs you’d been working on in your free time, gently beginning to play them and waiting for Ash to walk in on his own. It didn’t take him long at all. He came and sat in the room with you, seating himself on the couch and simply listening. The longer the song went, the more a smile grew across his face. As the song drew to a close, you met eyes and smiled back at him.

“I love listening to you play.”

The smile remained on your face.

“I could say the same.”

A ton of songs were covered that night, singing, playing, mostly soft loving ones for the upcoming holiday.

Waking and sitting up the next morning you let out a small sigh of relief. You’d kept the secret until Valentine’s Day. Admittedly one of your favorite smaller holidays. You liked the special days, the ones filled with love and care, even if you both received and shared that same amount of love and care every day. You wouldn’t have settled for less, but you’d never felt like you settled for anything with Ashton. He was truly above and beyond anything you’d ever asked for. You couldn’t wait to show him the gift you’d made him, but you were going to have to wait a bit, for two reasons. The first being that he wasn’t even awake, and the second one being that you had another thing for him. It wasn’t as huge as the cover, but you’d gotten him sunflower seeds to plant in the backyard, knowing he’d been wanting to for a while, along with a card.

He shifted next to you, rising. His arm reached out, grabbing yours and pulling you back down to lay next to him.

“C’mere. It’s too early.”

You laughed.

“It’s 10:00, goofball. Get up.”

He shifted, making eye contact.

“Still too early. Not moving yet.”

“Happy Valentine's Day to you too, lovely.”

He lifted himself up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Give me another hour and I promise to woo you.”

You laughed.

“Fine. I’m getting up though.”

He pouted. You relented.

“Okay, I’ll stay for a bit.”

Watching as his breath evened out, you waited until you were completely sure that he was asleep. Once you were positive, you slipped out of bed to go set out his stuff on the counter, minus the demo. Doing this, you realized it would make more sense to do it in your home studio room, so that’s where you decided to do it. You moved everything into there, and smiled when you realized Ashton had had the same idea.

Walking in, there was a vase of flowers sitting on the piano bench, a note taped to them, and a card with your name written in cursive on the front. Deciding to open the card later, you read the small note.

“I set this up last night after you went to bed. If you’re reading this alone, I probably begged you to let me sleep a bit longer because I hate waking up early. I love you!!! Don’t open the card without me please. <;3”

“I see you found my note.”

You turned around to see Ash standing in the doorway, hair all ruffled and clearly having just gotten up.

“I did. It’s been less than an hour though, I’m shocked to see you awake.”

“The bed got cold without you. Happy Valentine’s Day. Wanna open cards? I got you flowers, obviously.”

You smiled.

“Absolutely.”

Cards were opened, and Ashton had the biggest smile opening the small packets of sunflower seeds.

“I can’t wait to plant these.”

You laughed.

“I was hoping you’d be excited. I know you love sunflowers.”

“You’re my sunflower.”

“Don’t be cheesy.”

He rolled his eyes. You gave him a side hug to placate him.

“I have one more thing for you.”

His eyebrows raised in questioning.

“Okay. Should I be scared?”

You gave a playful glare.

“No. You should be excited.”

Grabbing the headphones, you handed them to him.

“You have to put these on.”

He gave a skeptical look.

“I’m scared.”

You gave him a hit to the arm.

“Shut up and put the headphones on before I revoke my gift.”

He laughed.

“Fine, fine. Don’t play some creepy sounds.”

You didn’t dignify it with a reply, you just reached over and clicked play on your cover. It didn’t take him very long to realize what was playing in his ears, and his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“Babe-”

“Listen now, talk later, yeah?”

It didn’t take very long for the song to finish up, and his face was adorned in such a huge smile.

“You like it?”

“I loved it.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute- that’s what you were learning the drums for?!”

You laughed.

“Yes. I had it all planned, I already had the guitar and bass and piano recorded before you got home. You came home earlier than I expected, and I had to accept your help and hope you wouldn’t ask too many questions. Luckily, you didn’t, although I could tell you had quite a few spinning around in your brain. You made my job amazingly easy when you had to disappear for a few hours to the studio for the next day, giving me all the time I needed. You almost caught me recording the vocals though, I had just finished saving, overlaying, and mixing it with all the instrument tracks when you walked in. I was terrified you’d see the nervousness on my face when I quickly moved over to play the piano right as you entered the room.”

He shook his head, shock and amusement on his face. He couldn’t believe you’d pulled this off right under his nose. Well, maybe that was a lie. You definitely had the guts and the persistence to pull it off, and you definitely contain the ability to create the element of surprise. The thing he was mostly shocked about was the fact that you didn’t have the ability to keep a secret for the life of you, so he was floored that you were able to keep this quiet and continue to work on it for two days. Although, I suppose it is easier when he wasn’t even there.

“I can’t decide whether to laugh, cry, or kiss you.”

You took a few steps closer to him.

“I’m good with all three, but I’m especially down for the last one.”

“I figured you would be.”

He smiled, pulling you a few steps closer for a long kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you more.”

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sacredstarcatcher · 11 months

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Cruel Summer - Part 7

Warnings: Unprotected sex, rough sex, language, public sex if you squint?

A/N: I’m out enjoying the holiday but needed to celebrate the more important holiday, Cruel Summer Monday 🥺 Forgive the formatting or lack thereof. I’ll fix it tomorrow!! Enjoy your day! 🫶🏻

The Kiszka family was unlike any you had ever encountered. You were constantly trying to keep up with the idiosyncrasies of them all and how they interacted together. There were a few that tripped you up, especially now that you were sneaking around with Sam almost daily.

You knew they all just dropped by Jake’s house as they pleased, since that was the whole reason he added a digital keypad to his home. You had almost been interrupted twice in the duration of your situationship, and both were by Josh.

The same went for Sam’s home- there were no boundaries when it came to visiting each other, and it made you so nervous that you had all but confined the two of you to your apartment. It was nice having him around, so you couldn’t complain. Since he had started staying over most nights, he had brought approximately three houseplants and a hanging flower bed for your balcony.

He was certainly making himself at home, diligently watering his plants and making coffee for the two of you when he woke in the morning. Rosie was comfortable in your home, claiming the foot of your bed as her own when she spent the night. You caught yourself smiling and rolling your eyes affectionately when tidying up your apartment and collecting the countless glasses he left around, always needing a fun drink or a glass of water. You can’t help but laugh as you put them in the sink, “Hydration is VITAL, you know,” echoing in your head.

It’s a warm Friday afternoon and you’re on your way to Sam’s for a barbecue. The four of them had spent the day writing and working, sitting around with guitars in hand or huddled around a phone on speaker making a decision about their upcoming album and tour. It’s clear that spirits are low when you arrive, so after exchanging short greetings with them, you decide to head inside and make them a few drinks to take the edge off.

You call on Josh, who seems to be the least grumpy of the four of them slumped on the lawn furniture, and ask him to help you in the kitchen. He obliges, making his way to you and graciously accepting two of the glasses. He sips one and sighs, murmuring a quiet, “Oh, that’s good.”

You lead the way out to the yard; Josh walks to deliver a glass to Sam on the other side of the yard as you place the tray on the table and lift one to offer to Danny, taking your own and leaving the last one for Jake to drink when he’s ready. He’s playing a lackadaisical game of fetch with Rosie, tossing her tennis ball lightly whenever she drops it into his lap.

Danny’s got his legs stretched out onto the coffee table, head leaned back and eyes closed. Josh is sitting on the ground, legs crossed, leaning on the table doodling in his notebook. He stops every few minutes to take a sip of his drink. Sam is in the hammock, swaying gently, his drink already empty and the glass sitting in the grass. You observe them all quietly, almost nervously. It would kill you if this was the last time you shared an evening like this with all of them.

“Is anyone hungry yet?” Sam calls, his arms behind his head as he relaxes.

“Yes,” Josh and Jake respond immediately, at the same time. You snicker at their twin synchronization and stand to help Sam. He lights the grill as you work on taking the food out of the fridge and putting it onto platters to make it easier for him to cook.

He slides inside through the door, giving you a soft smile. You watch as he opens the pantry, grabbing the apron on the hook inside the door and putting it over his head.

“Kiss the cook huh?” you ask jokingly, reading the novelty print. “Don’t tempt me.”

He gives a look out of the glass door, making sure his brothers are all occupied before leaning dramatically over the breakfast bar and puckering up. You laugh at his antics, cupping his cheek gently and placing a kiss to his soft lips. It’s short, and you gently pat his cheek to signal he’s not getting another. Instead, you hand him the platter in your hand and simply say, “Chef.”

“Thank you,” he says sweetly, for the kiss and the help, and walks outside once more. Once it’s all set for him, you head back outside to see that the mood has lightened a little, Jake deciding to retire the guitar, Josh controlling the bluetooth. He’s hopping back and forth in front of Rosie, who is jumping, spinning, barking, wagging her tail, all together enthralled by the little man in front of her. He’s letting out some little “woo!” “ooh!” “ah!” “hey!” noises as he dodges her, hopping back and forth, to and fro. You can’t help but laugh as you watch from the patio, standing behind Danny.

“Where does he get the energy?” you ask, and Danny chuckles.

“Fuck if I know.”

It’s then that Josh lets out a high pitched shout. You lift your head to look at him and he’s on the ground, Rosie circling around him.

“You okay?” you ask with a smile, like you’re talking to one of your students. He shakes his head.

“Rolled my ankle and fell on a fucking rock.” He lifts his hand from where it’s touching his knee and there’s some blood.

“Alright, come on…” you say, offering him a hand and escorting him inside. “Let’s get you patched up.” He seems to know exactly what to do, as if he’s used to being taken care of. He sits down on the closed lid of the toilet, leaving his knee out in the open for you to see. You work diligently, washing your hands before opening the medicine cabinet and the doors under the sink to quickly gather everything you’ll need.

When you look at Josh’s face, his brow is a little furrowed.

“How did you know where all that stuff was?” You feel your heart sink, your scalp getting hot. Is he on to you? Why is he suspicious? You have to think of an excuse, and fast.

“Everyone keeps their stuff in the same spots... Where else would someone keep the neosporin and bandaids?” It’s easier to distract yourself and wipe his cut clean than it is to make eye contact with him. He doesn’t respond for a few seconds- instead he hisses at the burn of the antiseptic wipe.

“I guess that’s true.” He chuckles and you feel an immense relief. He chatters on as you finish bandaging him up, not stopping. You eventually finish, patting his shin and standing up.

“Now please. Stop riling up the dog.”

-oOo-

“So then he YELLS,” Sam shouts, enthusiastically telling you a story about the day they all had. Dinner is winding down, a few of you still slowly finishing your meals. Josh interrupts to correct him immediately.

“I didn’t yell, I raised my voice. Am I not allowed to raise my voice?!”

“No, he fucking screamed at the guy.” Jake mumbles calmly into the rim of his glass before taking a sip.

“He really did! I mean it. I swear. He starts laying into the guy. Really giving him a piece of his mind. Fuck this, fuck that, you know how he is when he gets mad,” Sam goes on as you sit back in your chair to sip your wine, eyebrows raised, watching him animatedly talk with his hands and arms as he stands at the head of the table, one leg up on the chair as he goes on.

“I was frustrated,” Josh corrects again, tilting his head with an attitude and a hidden smile before taking a bite off his fork.

“Yeah yeah. So he’s giving him a talking to. And he finally, FINALLY finishes, and the line is dead fuckin’ quiet. Dude wasn’t even THERE, the call fucking DROPPED.” He slams his drink down, laughter erupting from Danny and even a slightly embarrassed Josh.

“And that’s why you were all in a sour mood when I got here?” you ask, standing to get a refill on your wine and flip the record. They go on bickering amongst themselves as you pour, their banter eventually dying down.

Once you make your way to Sam’s record player you flip the vinyl, turning the volume up slightly now that dinner’s over. They begin clearing the table, working together seamlessly as they always do.

All of your options for dance partners are occupied, so you choose the next best option, Rosie. You pat your belly and she gets the hint, hopping up on her hind legs and leaning her front paws on you. You take them in your hands, swaying gently to the music, slow dancing with her from side to side as she wags her tail. You swear her face is the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

What you don’t see is the way Sam is watching you from the spot where he’s standing in the kitchen. His eyes are full of adoration, a happy, blissful grin on his face as he’s frozen in time, committing the moment to memory.

More importantly, you don’t see the way Josh is looking at Sam. He watches his younger brother as he approaches to place two glasses on the counter, but stops moving as if the slightest movement would send the moment crashing down. He takes in Sam’s expression, his eyes following his taller sibling’s gaze to where you’re standing, blissfully unaware, slightly wine drunk and dancing with a dog.

Josh clears his throat when he realizes what’s going on, sending the world spinning on its axis again though Sam could have sworn it was just stopped.

Danny leaves shortly after dinner, eager to call his girlfriend on the drive home. It’s around 10 when Josh reads the room and suggests he and Jake leave, citing his severe exhaustion and need to go to bed immediately. You don’t think twice, but he’s now aware of what’s going on and knows it’s time to go.

“Please text me when you’re home!” you shout from the kitchen as Jake and Josh leave through the front door. You’re doing your best impression of someone who’s leaving soon, nursing the glass of wine in your hand that you said you’d finish before you left. Little do they know, you’re both just waiting for the sound of Josh’s jeep backing out of the driveway.

-oOo-

You’re standing outside of your apartment, your rolling suitcase next to you. They’re late. You can only imagine how difficult it is to get all four of them into a car on time, so it’s not quite a surprise, but you’re still annoyed you woke up so incredibly early. Josh’s jeep flies into the parking lot at 6:47, tires squealing, despite the arranged time being 6:15. Jake jumps out of the back seat to toss your suitcase into the trunk and let you slide into the middle seat, sandwiched between Jake and Sam. You feel nauseous almost immediately, and it doesn’t subside until you arrive at the airport. You’re not sure if that’s due to the lack of coffee, Josh’s driving, or the discomfort of sitting between two brothers you’ve slept with (in the last month.)

The flight is direct, and you’re seated next to a stranger thankfully. You take advantage of the cushy first class seats and nap for most of it, waking for a meal and snack before resting some more. It’s incredibly easy traveling with them- there’s a van waiting for all of you as soon as you grab your luggage from the carousel.

It’s a unique experience sitting with them all in the green room after they sound check, watching them in their element as they decide on a setlist and do their own pre-show rituals. Josh, writing and doodling. Jake strumming quietly on his acoustic, not necessarily practicing, but likely distracting himself. Sam is snacking and drinking, seemingly unphased by the fact they’re playing a show soon. Danny is calm and collected, happy-go-lucky, enjoying a beer while he scrolls on his phone.

Things start to pick up and they split off into their dressing rooms, getting their hair and makeup done. You’re taken by a friendly security guard to your seat in the small venue- there’s a second floor balcony where he leads you to your seat on Jake’s side. It makes sense; when he planned the trip you were still seeing each other. You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the guilt and feelings as you watch the crowd beginning to funnel in. The girls running to the barricade, the way they take pictures of the stage to share what their view is. You smile, not sure how to describe the feeling in your chest. What’s the word for how it feels to have something everyone else wants?

Whatever it is, it only gets worse when they take the stage. The venue is so small that you’re sure they can see you- it’s taking all you have to not sit slack jawed watching them play. You can’t tear your eyes away from Sam’s hair shining in the light, his long fingers effortlessly moving along the frets and keys. The way he has such an air about him as he lounges on the bench, drinking a cocktail makes your head spin. It’s hard to look away.

But when you do, you see Jake. You’re enamored by the confidence he has onstage, as if he didn’t have enough day to day. He’s covered in sweat halfway through, his hair wavy and messy, reminiscent of what it would look like after an hour spent together in bed before he would kiss you goodbye and hop in the shower.

He catches you staring and grins. He makes a show of himself, stepping out to the furthest part of the stage, staring holes into you. He only does it for a minute, not drawing too much attention to you from the fans, but from behind where he’s sitting at the keys, Sam’s on high alert. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks red, your heart beating in your ears somehow louder than the music.

You’re relieved when you’re tapped on the shoulder as Jake takes out his harmonica during the encore. That probably would have stopped your heart if you had to watch it for any longer. The guard pulls you out during the last song so you’ll miss the crowd, which you appreciate. He leaves you in the lower concourses of the venue and you look down the hall at the doors presented to you. You could play it safe and hide in the green room, or sneak into a dressing room. The only question is whose.

-oOo-

“I didn’t think I’d find you here..” you hear, almost a purr from behind you. You sit up straight, whipping around to look at the dressing room door.

He strolls in, shutting and locking the door behind him. He’s shimmering with sweat, his hair sticking to his face, his pants unbuttoned. You’re silent, taking all of him in. He’s radiating confidence, glowing, yet stoic. He stands at the vanity of the dressing room, using a towel to wipe his forehead.

“C’mere.” It’s a short, mumbled command, and your body immediately obeys. You make your way towards him, slightly wary of what he’s going to say and do.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He’s not even looking at you, sipping his drink, looking around the room.

Your reply is weak and absolutely dripping with guilt. “I did.”

His hand reaches up to push your hair from behind your ear, his finger trailing down your chest as he lowers it again.

“Looked like it.” He lets out a huff of a laugh, unsmiling.

“I-... I was…” You’re cut off when a strong hand grips your chin and jaw. He’s looking directly in your eyes now, his stare intense and laced with mischief.

“You were what?” He smirks just the slightest bit. “Go ahead, lie. Tell me you weren’t watching him. My brother.”

You take a shaky breath, your heart racing. “Sam…” is all you can let out, pleading, though you’re not sure what you’re pleading for.

His eyes look you up and down- he takes in your tight patent leather skirt, the way the high waist hugs you just right, and the low cut, ripped fender t shirt across your chest.

“You miss him?” His hand goes to your waist, grazing along your figure. “Wanna go down the hall and then come back to me when you’re done? You like him better?” You try and shake your head in his grasp. He chuckles at the way you’re reacting to his touch. “You want him?”

You’re absolutely stunned at the side of him you’re seeing right now. The drinks he’s had onstage have mixed with the high of performing and the jealousy over Jake to create the most dangerous cocktail. You feel heat pooling between your thighs. You’re so red and flustered you’re sure he can tell what he’s doing to you.

“No.” It’s a whisper. You’re treading carefully.

He leans close to you, his lips on the shell of your ear. “Who do you want?”

“You,” you say, almost a whine, frustrated that he even has to ask. At your word, he spins you around, his hand pushing your head down to bend you over the vanity. You look at his reflection, his dark eyes taking in the sight of you from this angle. He slides your tight skirt up slowly, his eyes never leaving your body. You can’t look away from his face, his eyes, the way he drinks in every inch of you.

When your skirt’s out of the way, he stares for a second longer, a palm resting on the roundest part of your ass.

“You sure?” He’s being a smartass now, his smile sly. You nod eagerly in response.

He doesn’t like that answer, because he smacks your ass, taking you completely off guard. “Words.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. I’m sure. You, Sammy. It’s you.” Your words spill from your lips like an urgent prayer, full of need and desperation.

It’s all he needs to hear. He quickly pulls down his pants, then all but rips your panties down and they land on the floor.

He’s up against you in just a second, one hand in your hair, the other around himself, running himself past your entrance with a cold-hearted chuckle. “You get all wet watching my brother onstage?”

“No, nononono.” You’re watching his face in the reflection as he’s looking down at himself about to enter you.

“Then what was it?” He continues teasing you, holding back what you want and at this point, need.

“It’s all for you. Just you.”

“You like when I’m a little mean? Ruins your panties when I treat you like a little slut?” He tugs on your hair, wanting an answer. You nod against his hold on you, backing yourself up against him, trying not to cry out. He hums, as if he’s pleased with what he’s done to you.

It’s the greatest relief when he starts to press inside you, sliding in with a smooth, slow thrust of his hips. You can’t look away from his face in the mirror; his brows are knitted, his hair falling in his face, his eyes are closed as he takes in the feeling of you around him. You’re left breathless at the way his pinkened lips part, a delicious moan falling from them once he’s settled deep inside you.

He stays still for a moment before his eyes open and he gradually pulls out of you, the slow drag of him pulling a whimper from your lips. He snaps his hips, knocking all the air out of you, pulling you up by your hair.

“You better stay quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” If you couldn’t see it in the mirror, you could have heard his smirk. He picks up a moderate pace, just the way he knows you like, and you bite your lip trying to keep any noises from escaping. It’s like you’ve been waiting forever to feel him, pining for the feeling of him stretching and filling you, but it’s only been a few hours. You don’t think you’ll ever stop craving him.

He’s moving consistently, his hold on your hair pulling you back to meet him. The pressure of the angle sends him dragging over the sweetest spot inside you, already nudging you towards the edge. You know it’s not going to be that easy tonight. You can see the madness in his eyes. The only sounds you hear are the voices of the crew working outside the door, boxes and crates being pushed and wheeled around, and the obscene sound of his hips meeting yours, wet, lewd sounds giving away how much you’re enjoying yourself.

“You’re getting so tight, pretty girl,” he murmurs quietly, the words leaving his lips with a smug smile. “You think you deserve it?”

Your eyes are pleading and desperate, begging him through the mirror. “Please…”

He pulls out of you in a flash, spinning around and lifting you onto the vanity. You lean your weight back on your hands, looking down to watch as he rushes to sheathe himself back inside.

“Want you to look at me when you cum,” he mumbles, his hands squeezing your upper thighs so tightly you’re sure they’re bruising. You’re looking down at him thrusting inside you when he smacks the outside of your thigh, hard. Your eyes shoot up to his face, pupils blown out. “I said, look at me.”

You don’t dare look away now, his flushed face determined as he stares down at you, so close to cumming. Your eyes don’t leave him until you hear it- four loud pounds on the door.

“We’re going to the busses, let’s GO!”

It’s Jake’s voice. Your eyes are panicked and wide, but Sam ignores him and doesn’t stop. He leans down close to you, the angle sending him deeper inside you. You’re absolutely unable to keep quiet, whimpers escaping your throat with every thrust.

“You better.. Stay fucking quiet…” he pants, his necklace dangling in your face as he drives you closer to your peak. “I’m not done with you.”

The pounding on the door comes again. “LET’S GO, ASSHOLE.” He doesn’t let up. You’re about to cum and know you can’t stay quiet.

“I’m-... I’m-” You try to tell him quietly, hoping he’ll save you and slow down, keeping you crying out and ruining it all.

“I’m a little fucking busy,” Sam yells back at the door as he pounds into you, picking up his pace. You gasp for air and you’re falling over the edge.

A sound starts to escape you, but before it gets out, Sam’s middle and ring fingers are shoved in your mouth, partially down your throat, his face close to yours. Your eyes are panicked as you’re no longer able to breathe.

“Quiet.” He seethes through his teeth as the banging on the door starts again. You’re clenching around him, unable to breathe, eyes squeezed shut. Your hands are gripping his forearm for leverage, nails sinking down into his soft skin and marking him red. It’s a gift to watch his face, his eyes squeezing shut as he finishes with you, his hand eventually leaving your mouth and coming down to your shoulder, pulling you closer against him. He breathes heavily against your cheek, spilling inside you with quiet, strained moans for only you to hear.

He catches his breath, holding you close, staying inside you just a bit longer. He grabs a towel to clean you up, being extra cautious.

“Careful. I didn’t take my fucking… stage pants off… wardrobe will kill me..” He backs up, laughing and murmuring as he steps out of them with some difficulty and lays them over the chair beside him.

You take a second to adjust, realizing… it’s Sam. He’s himself again, and you smile sweetly up at him. You’re sure your mascara is running and your hair a wreck, and when you turn to check your appearance and pull your skirt down, you see you’re correct. It takes some effort and Sam’s hairbrush to get you back to almost normal, and by the time you’re done, he’s in his plaid comfy pants and a white t shirt.

“You okay?” he asks, cupping your cheek and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“More than okay.” You reach on your tiptoes to kiss him again, punctuating the statement.

“I’m gonna go kick Jake’s ass. Maybe… sneak into the green room while you have a second, yeah?” He places a kiss on your cheek before flying out the door. You give him a few seconds before popping your head out, looking both ways, and heading down the hall.

Part 8

#danny gvf #forbidden twins #greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van smut #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fanfic #josh gvf #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #samfkiszka

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theshippirate22 · 1 year

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so apparently all my brain is lately is steddie headcanons and aus but you know what here we are

so. new take.

steve LOVES food network.

when he was a teenager, he would turn it on when he was home alone to break up the silence a little bit and yeah, maybe kinda used Martha Stewart and Ina Garten as maternal figures to make up for the lack of his own (he laughed out loud when Martha Stewart went to prison; she was still a better role model than his real mother)

and then he grew up and suddenly shit was real and he was (unofficially) (illegally) married to a man who thought the height of food luxury was saltines in Kraft cheese sauce (Steve’s 98% sure Eddie lived selectively off Mac and Cheese before they were together) and suddenly Food Network is a need. He’s got to cook or he’s going to lose his goddamn mind if Eddie suggests Froot Loops for dinner for the fourth night in a row (it was fine the first three nights; at this point Steve thinks there’s Froot Loop literally in his brain), so Steve watches to learn. To find recipes. To help get acquainted with ingredients and techniques that his Taste of Home magazines aren’t giving any help with.

and then he grows up again and now he’s certainly much closer to 50 than to 30 (Eddie found one (1) singular silver hair in his beard two years ago and has been calling him “old man” since, even though Steve found the black hair dye in the bathroom cabinet at least a year and a half before that) and now Max and Lucas have three kids and Robin and her (unofficial) (illegal) wife, Christina are remodeling a house, and Dustin and Lucy are doing something that requires a patent and Erica is still sending them post cards from wherever the hell she is now (the most recent was from the Swiss alps and it’s on the fridge, wedged under both a magnet repping the bar in Detroit where Eddie and Steve got engaged and a magnet Joyce and Hoppet brought back from Hawaii from Hop’s retirement trip.) And Food Network is still there, almost always on some place in the house, but it’s not so necessary anymore because Steve is good now. Jeff and Gareth still drop in every now and then when the band’s in town just to get a taste of what Steve’s working on (Eddie gave up the rockstar dream years ago; after the Upside Down, he couldn’t bring himself to touch his guitar, let alone play, for a long long time, so Corroded Coffin became Coffin Cult and they still give Eddie credit for all the hit songs that are really his and they’re doing really well, if the charts have anything to say about it.) Besides, there’s new shows and he can watch things on-demand and there’s a whole new slew of personalities that he’s got to give a try.

So Food Network stays.

And Eddie can’t help the affectionate grin that takes over his face when he gets home and Steve’s made a batch of cookies just so he can eat the entire thing by himself while binge-watching Pioneer Woman, and he climbs in bed next to him, under his arm, on his chest and you know what? Eddie loves Food Network too.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanons #steddie headcanon #steve harrington hcs

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years

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Even Sinners

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: You and Jake both get a taste of some forbidden fruit.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of marijuana, sexual situations, a little spicy, mentions of religion

Word Count: 5.3k

Winter break sleepovers at your best friend’s house have been a tradition since you were in elementary school. The friend group you were part of grew up together and you loved that you kept the sleepover tradition alive even after high school. Even though you all had only been out of high school for a year- you were all home for the holidays so another annual sleepover was in order.

Through the years you all went from doing each other's hair and watching Disney movies to drinking, venting about ex boyfriends, and telling dirty hookup stories. Usually, you’d all spend the night in Ronnie’s room with blankets and pillows spread all over the floor. You’d stay up until the early hours of the morning until you all got delusional and laughed over anything and everything. Eventually, you all fell asleep and would wake up the next morning around noon.

As you all got older, Ronnie’s parents didn’t need to stay home to watch over you guys. They’d leave $100 on the kitchen counter for food and take a weekend trip together so they didn’t have to spend the night with 5 teenage girls and 3 teenage boys (and sometimes 4 when Danny stayed over) in their house. They were cool parents. They gave you all freedom and trusted that nothing would go on in their house that they had to worry about.

Besides, the girls did their thing and the boys did theirs. The girls would all hangout in the living room and Ronnie’s room together. The boys would hide away in their room, avoiding the girls at all costs and only come out when they wanted something to eat.

Your annual winter break sleepover was always one of the best parts of your year. But without a doubt, the best thing about the sleepovers was Jake. All of your friends had crushes on him growing up, including you; and Ronnie knew it. Any time he’d come around while you were there, you’d all look at him with hearts in your eyes and look at each other and giggle. Ronnie would just roll her eyes and tell you all that you were gross.

Jake was oblivious to it all. Regardless, he always had girlfriends or girls he was talking to, so of course, he didn’t look twice at any of you. Besides, you were Ronnie’s friends. You didn’t have a chance with him. Not just with Jake, but with any of the Kiszka boys. It was almost like there was an unspoken rule- Ronnie’s friends were off limits.

The boys were always nice and had good manners. Every time you were over they were nothing but sweet to you. You grew up with them and went to school together so you were all friendly.

Sam was younger and silly. Josh was outgoing and fun. But Jake? There was something about him that was different from Josh and Sam. Jake was quiet, but funny. When he spoke, he was flirty without trying. It’s no wonder you and all your friends were practically in love with him. His hair had grown out from how it was in high school and it was down to his shoulders with just a little wave to it. His eyes were big and always lit up when he smiled. He had a deep voice that was velvety smooth yet raspy at the same time. And not to mention, the way he played guitar had you thinking of all the other things his fingers could do.

You were all sitting around the dining room table, eating pizza, and laughing at stupid stories when Jake walked into the kitchen. At the sight of him, you all got quiet and looked around at each other, holding back smiles. He was wearing plaid pajama pants that hung around his hips perfectly and a white T-shirt with his band's logo on it.

He grabbed an apple from a bowl on the counter and his eyebrows furrowed as he inspected it. He brought it to his mouth and took a bite. His teeth crunched on it and you watched the juices from it spill out onto his lips. His lips suctioned around the apple as he slurped the juices up. His lips were wet with juice and it dripped from the corner of his mouth. His tongue slid across his bottom lip, lapping up the juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and chewed. He went to take another bite when he looked over to all of you sitting at the table, staring at him in silence. He paused, holding the apple just inches from his mouth.

“What?” he said with his mouth full.

He gave you all a weird look and walked back down the hallway towards his bedroom. As he walked away, you watched him. His pants hung low on his waist, revealing the “American Eagle” logo on the waistband on his boxers. His hair was grown just past his neck and his shirt was thin so you could see his shoulder blades move as he lifted the apple to his mouth again. He turned the hallway corner and when you heard his bedroom door shut behind him, Ronnie spoke.

“Could you guys just try to be a little subtle?” she said, pulling you all out of your trances.

You all snapped out of it and started laughing about how stupid you all were.

“But, he’s single right now if that makes you all feel better,” she said smiling. “Just DON’T get any ideas,” she warned.

You all giggled and gushed over him quietly for a few more minutes until Ronnie had enough, stopped you all, and changed the subject.

You finished eating, cleaned up the dining room, and continued with your night. After you ate, you all watched a movie in the living room. You heard sounds coming from the kitchen every once in a while but none of you turned to look. It could have been any one of the boys. And you didn’t want to make awkward eye contact with any of them, especially not Jake.

When the movie was over, you all headed back to Ronnie’s room for the night. You brought drinks and snacks from the kitchen and set up the blankets and pillows on the floor of her bedroom like you did every year.

After hours of gossiping, drinking, and fooling around, it was around 12 am. None of you had any intentions of falling asleep yet. You volunteered to go grab some beers from the kitchen for the group. You walked down the dark hallways and into the dimly lit kitchen. You flicked on the light and opened up the fridge, grabbing two beers and setting them down on the counter.

As you reached in for more, you felt something brush against your leg. You figured it was one of your friends coming to help you but to your surprise, it was Jake. He looked you up and down real quick and walked to the other side of the kitchen. He grabbed a leftover piece of pizza from the box on the counter and threw it on a paper plate.

“What are you doing?” He asked casually, licking the extra sauce off his fingers.

You stared at his hands as he brought his fingers to his lips. You watched the way his tongue licked the sauce off his fingers and the way his lips puckered around them as he sucked it off. You caught yourself biting your lip as you watched him. After a moment of silence, you realized you had yet to answer his question.

“Uh, getting beer. What are you doing?”

“Got hungry,” he said, placing the plate in the microwave, pushing the door shut, and turning it on to heat up the pizza.

He leaned backwards onto the counter, leaning on his elbows, facing you. You reached back into the fridge to grab more beer when you felt his eyes on you. You turned your head around to see him staring right at your ass and licking his bottom lip subconsciously. When he realized you caught him, his gaze moved to the floor. You could tell he tried to play it off.

He walked over to you and stood next to you, peering into the refrigerator. You could feel his upper arm resting against yours lightly. You looked over at him and he smiled, pulling out a beer for himself, and walking back over towards the microwave as the timer went off.

Quickly, he popped off the cap of the beer using the countertop. He threw the bottle cap in the sink and took a swig of the beer. He went to reach for the handle of the microwave to get his pizza but he stopped when he heard your voice.

“How’d you do that?” you asked.

“What? Open the bottle? It’s easy, I’ll show you,” he said. He walked over to you and held out his hand. You handed him a bottle and he set it in place on the edge of the counter. You watched his moves carefully.

“You put it in place just below the cap. But you gotta push it in a little,” he said, looking at you to make sure you were watching. You nodded and he continued, turning his eyes back to the bottle, “And then you just take your other hand and…hit it,” he said as he gave the bottle a smack. The cap popped off and he grabbed it with the palm of his hand. He tossed the bottle cap into the sink and placed the open bottle on the counter.

“Easy,” he said, smiling and shrugging his shoulders.

He picked up another bottle of beer from the counter and held it out to you.

“Here, you try,” he said softly.

“M’kay,” you said, taking the bottle from his hands

You set up the bottle on the edge of the counter top like he showed you and looked up at him.

“Like this?” you asked.

He smiled and shook his head a little. “Close,” he said. He stepped closer to you and placed his hand on top of yours. He lowered the bottle a bit, nestling it perfectly on the edge and pushing it into the counter with a little force.

“There,” he whispered.

His hands were big, and rough on top of yours; and the extra pressure he was using from pushing the bottle into the countertop made your heart race.

His chest pressed into your shoulder as he stood next to you. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of weed lingering on his shirt, which gave away what the boys were doing in their room.

“Okay, now just, take your other hand and hit it,” he said.

You raised your hand up and he leaned back a little. You looked at him hesitantly.

“Go ahead, it’s not gonna hurt. I promise,” he said, laughing a little.

Your hand hit the cap and you felt him pull down on the bottle you were both holding simultaneously. The cap popped off and you caught it in your free hand.

Both of you smiled in satisfaction.

“See? Nothing to it,” he said with his face just inches from yours. You were still holding the bottle in your hand and his hand was on top of yours. You couldn’t let go until he did. And he wasn’t letting go.

Your smiles faded and you eyes scanned his face stopping at his lips for longer than usual. And while your eyes scanned his face, his eyes did the same to yours. It was as if time had stood still for a few minutes.

You noticed things about his face you never noticed before. He had a little round scar on his forehead. He had a freckle on his right cheek. His eyes weren’t just brown, they were more of a milk chocolate color with caramel highlights. His lips curled up on the ends slightly. And his bottom lip was just a little fuller than his top lip.

The two of you stood there in the kitchen just silently scanning each other‘s faces when finally, he broke the silence.

“You know you can kiss me if you want to,” he said quietly. His voice was deep and had just the tiniest bit of raspiness to it. “And I know you want to,” he whispered.

You were hesitant and he could tell.

“But I get it if you don’t want to though. Forbidden fruit, right?” He said, removing his hand from on top of yours.

There it was. That stupid unspoken rule. It was the only thing standing in the way from you and Jake. He started to walk away from you to go get his pizza from the microwave.

Fuck the rule.

“What if I want a taste of that forbidden fruit?” you asked quietly. All you could think about was how he bit into that apple. How his lips suctioned around it as the juices squirted out and how he slurped them up expertly. You wanted to know what that felt like. You needed to know what that felt like.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you again, smiling just a little.

“You seemed pretty interested in that apple I ate earlier,” he said, taking a step closer to you again.

“I wasn’t interested in the apple,” you said. You reached your hand up and combed it through his hair lightly and ran it down his arm. His eyes followed your hand as it traveled downward. You felt goosebumps rise on his skin and he swallowed hard. You fingertips traced feather light strokes over the harder skin of his scar until you got to his hand.

He used that same hand to reach out and grab your waist. You kept your hand on top of his.

“So what were you interested in?” he asked. His other hand came up and he stroked your jaw lightly with his fingers.

“You know what,” you whispered.

“Well, like I said, you can if you want to. It’s your call,” he whispered back.

You wanted this. You wanted this more than anything in the world right now.

You picked up your hand and held the back of his neck. Your fingers tangled in the hairs at the base of his head as you pulled him in closer to you. Just a few inches separated your faces.

“Go ahead, Eve. Bite the apple,” he whispered with a small smile forming on his face as his tongue traced his bottom lip.

You leaned into him and watched him open his mouth slightly and close his eyes. You closed the gap between the two of you and connected your lips to his.

You kissed him once, slow and soft; and his lips held onto yours for a moment. Something about this kiss was different than any other one you’d ever had. You felt something inside you explode. Maybe it was because you’d had that stupid little crush on Jake for years. Maybe it was because you’d been drinking a bit. Or maybe it was because you both knew deep down that you really shouldn’t do this.

You pulled away from him for a second and opened your eyes to see his eyes open slowly. You looked at each other, almost in shock. Based on his face, you knew he felt the same thing you did. Instantly, you both went in for more. His grip on your waist tightened and he pulled you closer to his body as mouth crashed into yours.

His kiss was deep and needy. His tongue rolled over your bottom lip and slid into your mouth. You did the same to him and he let out a hum, sending vibrations into your mouth and shivers down your spine. His teeth bit down lightly on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly and releasing it before kissing you again. You continued at each other until you heard Ronnie’s voice coming from down the hall.

You and Jake broke away from each other quickly. He went back over to the microwave and pulled the pizza out. You stood next to the refrigerator, frozen.

Jake grabbed his beer off the counter and brushed his shoulder against yours as he walked out of the kitchen, passing Ronnie on her way in.

Ronnie stuck her tongue out at him as she walked past him.

“You want help? You’ve been gone way too long,” Ronnie said, grabbing some of the beers from the counter and pulling a bottle opener out from one of the drawers.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” you said, turning your head to the side to look at Jake as he walked back down the hallway towards his room.

He turned around to look at you. When he saw you looking back, he smiled. He pursed his lips and still holding his beer, he raised his finger to his lips in a little “Shh” motion. He turned back around and continued around the corner until he was out of sight.

You ran your hand through your hair for and breathed out for a second before realizing that you had to hold it together in front of Ronnie.

“Hello?” Ronnie called, stretching out the word. “Earth to Y/N,” she joked, waving a hand in the air.

“Sorry,” you began, shaking your head, “I just-”

“Were too busy day dreaming about Jake?” she asked, laughing.

“Honestly, yeah,” you laughed, trying your best to act normal.

“God, I don’t know what you guys see in him,” she said. “We have the same face! You might as well kiss me so you know what it feels like!” she laughed.

Little did she know, you already knew what it felt like.

“Yeah come here, Ron,” you giggled, planting a dramatic kiss on her cheek.

The two of you laughed and grabbed the beers and some more snacks.

You walked back down the hall to Ronnie’s room with her, holding the beers and holding back a smile. You entered the room and continued your night with the girls as if nothing happened between you and Jake. And though it might have seemed like everything was normal on the outside; on the inside, all you could do was think about Jake.

At around 2 am, one by one, everyone started to fall asleep. Everyone but you of course. Because who was on your mind? Jake. All you could think about was his lips and how they felt on yours, sucking you in just like he did with that apple. You thought about how rough his hands were and how they felt on your face, pulling you close to him. How kissing him made you feel like someone had just lit a fire inside you. And how, as Ronnie’s friend, this was something you really weren’t supposed to have done.

You laid there, staring at the ceiling, craving more of him when the light of your phone screen lit up the room. You reached over for it to see two notifications back to back.

SNAPCHAT: cloudtrain is typing…

SNAPCHAT: from cloudtrain

You stared at the screen for a second. You knew that was Jake. Snapchat was the only social media you had him as a friend on. The two of you never talked there though. You would watch his stories occasionally and your heart would flutter on the rare chance he watched yours. You contemplated opening the message. If you opened it, he would know you did. But if you didn’t open it, you wouldn’t know what it said. And if you waited to open it, you could lose an opportunity that you might not get back.

Hesitantly, you unlocked your phone and opened the message.

CLOUDTRAIN: Come to my room.

Your heart skipped a beat when you read his message. You didn’t exactly know what you expected it to say. But you weren't expecting that. You took a second to think and then decided to reply.

YOU: What about Josh and Sam…

CLOUDTRAIN: They’re asleep. Come.

You left him on open and locked your phone. Why not? You thought to yourself. You were awake thinking about him anyway. You already kissed him. No, you didn’t just kiss him. The two of you made out in the middle of the kitchen. That unspoken rule had already been broken. Plus, even though you were in his parents house and he slept in a twin size bed, in a room that he shared with his brothers, you were both adults. You weren’t kids anymore. You were 19 and he was 20. Besides, what Ronnie didn’t know wouldn’t kill her, would it?

You sat up and looked around the room to see all your friends, including Ronnie, sound asleep. And according to Jake, so were Josh and Sam. If you left Ronnie’s room for a few minutes, no one would ever know.

Fuck it.

You stood up and left your phone behind on your pillow. You carefully tiptoed over your friends on the floor and gave yourself a look in the mirror, running your fingers through your hair quickly before heading for the door.

You turned the knob slowly, slipped out, and shut the door behind you, heading down the hall towards the boys’ room. The only noise in the house came from your feet stepping down the hallway and the beating of your heart; which sounded like it was going to pop out of your chest. When you got to the door, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down before putting your hand on the knob.

If you really wanted to back out, now was your chance. You could easily walk back to Ronnie’s room, snap him back and say no, and go to sleep. He would never even know you were outside his door. But that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him.

You closed your eyes and turned the knob slowly. You pushed the door open even slower, careful not to make any noises.

When the door was open just enough, you slipped into the boys’ room. Out of all your years being friends with Ronnie and spending time in the Kiszka house, this was the second time you’d ever been in the boys’ room. The only other time was back in high school when you and Ronnie were trying to steal some weed from Josh’s secret stash from the back of the boys’ closet.

As you entered, you looked around quickly. Josh and Jake’s beds were on opposite sides of the room and Sam’s was to the right in the corner. The only source of light came from Jake’s phone in his hand. You could see the back of Josh’s head poking out from under the covers of his bed. You looked to the side to see Sam’s body in his bed, completely covered by blankets. Both of them, just like Ronnie and all your friends, were fast asleep. You and Jake were the only ones awake in the entire house.

“Hey,” Jake whispered from his bed. His teeth shined bright in the darkness of the room as the tiniest smile crept across his face. He was laying in his bed with one leg bent and his other leg poking out from under the blankets. He wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore and shadows casted over his barely there ab muscles.

You walked over to him and he lifted the comforter up and scooted himself to the side, gesturing for you to lay down next to him.

“Couldn’t sleep? You whispered as you crawled into his bed next to him.

His bed was warm and it smelled good, just like him.

“Yeah,” he said as he covered you up with his comforter and sat up on his elbow to face you. You laid down next to him, put your head on his pillow, and reached out to brush his hair behind his ear.

“And I wanted another taste of you,” he whispered.

“I guess we both like forbidden fruit,” you whispered back, moving your hand down his back.

He reached out to you and rested his hand on your jaw as he pulled your face closer to his.

“You want another taste?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

He nodded and swallowed.

“Come get it,” you said.

Instantly, he closed the gap between the two of you. The second your lips hit his, you felt that feeling inside of you again. His lips were warm, wet, and moved perfectly against yours. He teased your mouth with his tongue and you repeated the action to him. You felt his lips curl into a smile as you did it. You tasted mint on his tongue and as you breathed, you smelled the faint scene of his cologne on his neck and sheets.

He laid back and you crawled on top of him, resting your knees on either side of his hips as you leaned down to kiss him. His hands rested on your hips and snaked around to your ass. You pulled away from his mouth and started leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. He tilted his head on an angle to give you easier access. You slid your tongue over the veins on his neck and his Adam's apple. He squeezed your ass as you did it, silently letting you know he liked what you were doing. He started breathing heavily as you trailed your kisses back to the side of his neck. As you sucked on a spot just below his ear, he let out a moan. You replied to him by giggling into his neck.

“Shh, you have to be quiet,” he teased in his deep voice, just above a whisper.

You paused and brought your face to be even with his.

“I’m not the one making all the noise,” you teased back, smiling.

He let out a laugh through his nose and kissed your lips again, harder. You both continued going for more of each other. He snuck his hands up your back under your shirt and moved them around to the front. You grinded your hips down on him and he breathed deep as you did. You could feel him getting hard underneath you.

The two of you froze when you heard noises and saw movement coming from Josh’s bed. You looked over to see him turn over. He was still asleep but he was now facing the two of you.

“He talks in his sleep, just ignore him,” he whispered, going in to kiss you again.

Josh’s mumbling and movement gave you a moment of realization. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. The opportunity to have Jake how you’ve always wanted him was in your hands. However to you, the risk of getting caught weighed more than the opportunity to be with him did. And with Josh and Sam in the room and possibly waking up at any second, you knew what you had to do.

You didn’t want things to become awkward with him, his siblings, your friends, and most of all- his parents if anything got back to them. If there was one thing you didn’t want to do, it was break their trust.

“Jake, I, I can’t do this,” you sighed. “Not like this. I’m sorry,”

You sat up, still straddling his body. You pushed your hair out of your face, looked towards the ceiling, and sighed.

“No. Don’t be sorry. I get it,” he said quietly, looking over at Josh and then back to you. “We’ll never live this down if one of them finds out. Plus if my parents find out..” his voice trailed off and he shook his head.

You crawled off of him and sat on the edge of his bed, turning your body to face his. He sat up on his elbow and looked at you.

“Like you said, forbidden fruit,” you whispered, stroking his hair.

He gave you a disappointed smile and nodded.

You sighed and got out of his bed. You looked down at him and leaned down, kissing him on the cheek as a goodbye.

When you pulled back he was still laying down, looking up at you. He lifted his chin and tapped his finger on his mouth lightly, motioning for you to kiss him there.

You let out a small laugh and gave him a gentle, soft kiss on the lips. That final kiss was sweet and pure compared to the other ones you shared. All of the other kisses were sinful, greedy, and full of lust. But not that one. It was innocent.

You headed toward the door and opened it to leave. In the doorway, you turned around to him before leaving. You lifted your finger to your lips and gave him that same “Shh” motion that he gave you earlier in the kitchen. He smiled and shook his head.

You walked out and closed the door behind you. You snuck back down the hallway and went back to Ronnie’s room. You got yourself comfortable amongst the blankets and pillows on the floor and before falling asleep, a light from the hallway crept under Ronnie’s door. Speaking of sinful, you heard the bathroom door shut and you smiled to yourself as you could only imagine what Jake was doing in there.

The next morning everyone woke up around noon. You and the girls sat around the dining room table eating breakfast. Again, Jake walked into the kitchen as you ate. He was fresh out of the shower. His hair was wet and it left little droplets of water along the shoulders of his shirt.

“Morning ladies,” he said, dragging out his words in a flirty, girly tone. Your friends all flashed him smiles, said good morning to him, and exchanged smiles with each other across the table. For the first time, you didn't giggle about him with them. You kept your eyes on him, giving him the smallest smile.

“Did you girls have fun last night?” he said, looking at everyone but keeping his eyes on you for an extra moment.

“Mhm, you?” Ronnie asked casually.

“Yeah,” he replied quietly, his eyes still on you.

He grabbed another apple from the basket of fruit on the kitchen counter. He spun it around in his hand for a moment and looked at it carefully.

“What's with you and apples all of a sudden? Ronnie asked, joking.

He raised the apple to his mouth and looked at her, “I like the taste,” he said, turning his gaze to you. He gave you a flirty smile, raised his eyebrows, and turned to walk back down the hallway, just like he did the night before.

Before leaving the room completely, he bit into the apple. You watched him just like you did last night as the juices spilled out of it and into and around his mouth. Only this time, you weren’t wondering what his mouth felt like. You knew what his mouth felt like. You knew what his lips felt like, biting and sucking. You knew how his tongue felt, licking your lips and rolling against your tongue. Subconsciously, you licked your lips as memories of last night flashed before your eyes.

Your flashback ended and you were pulled back into reality when you looked up at all your friends, who were looking at you with their jaws hanging open. You looked at all of them nervously. You turned your attention to Ronnie, whose jaw was also on the floor, but her expression was just a bit more disgusted.

“Oh. My. God.” they all said in unison.

Author’s Note:

I hope you enjoyed! You know the drill besties, tell me what you think in my ask box. I thrive off of validation from strangers on the internet.

Songs:

Greta Van Fleet: Lover, Leaver (Taker, Believer)

All American Rejects: I Wanna

Emblem 3: Taboo Love

J. Cole ft. Miguel: Power Trip

Victorious Cast: Best Friend’s Brother (lol)

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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i was thinking about you | goodguyfitz x reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings / other notes ↪ both povs included and will be clearly noted (y/n's & Camerons pov) ↪ based on the recent road trip video ↪ y/n is from New Zealand ↪ this is very bad

prompt - kinda long prompt ↪ A couple of months ago, you and Fitz broke up after mutually deciding that the love between you two had been lost and was redirected to your careers. You moved away to America whilst he remained in Australia. When you arrive back in Australia you try your best to avoid him until Eric spots you and drags you back to the Misfit's House.

Fitz's / Cameron's POV

"hey chat!" I greeted my twitch followers, this would be my first stream in a few months. The followers kept joining and greeting me with their weird fucking unique names. "hey, Fitz from Finland", I repeat a comment, "where the fuck is Finland near the north of Europe or something, well Hi." I laugh to myself, watching everyone continue to join.

I brought a mug up from the desk, showing them what was inside "we have some fucking hot chocolate, it's cold outside." even though it was clearly sunny outside it was cold inside our house and I couldn't fucking stand it.

Sitting patiently, I grab my guitar and start playing a calming rhythm, my fingers gently touching the strings.

"where is y/u/n?" I looked into my chat, and the chat was filled with questions about y/n? Why?

"Uhm? America?" I scoff, what were they trying to say. They didn't know about our break up but they knew something was off when she moved away. My eyes remain glued to the chat while my fingers play the same melody from the guitar strings.

@chrislestoorr194: she's in australia again! meet up. @MEMEEEENPC: america my ass you know she's back. @ALSOoverkill: why would he know? they are so broken up.

My face remained still, unsure of what to say to them. "how's everyone been?" I try to change the topic but the chat wouldn't budge. shit. Y/N's POV

I had only been in Australia for a couple of days but it made me think of him. Cameron. Sure, we had broken up because we didn't love each other anymore but I had some good memories with him. It didn't help that I came back to Melbourne too out of all places.

A couple of fans had seen me and taken photos of me asking where he was, I think that's why he was on my mind. I was so used to walking these streets with him that it felt weird to walk them without him.

"where is fitz?" someone runs up to me "uhm, I have no clue. I haven't spoken to him." I smile to the person that had asked me as he smiles and runs off.

I wasn't worried about where he was, or who he was going home to if he had someone. I was really only thinking about him.

Getting in my rental car, a guy knocks on my window "y/n!" the man says I turn my head to see Eric without his mask. Winding my window down my jaw drops to see how much he had changed over these past few months "eric?" I say confused, and he nods "don't tell me you forgot this face." he says.

"no of course I didn't I just, didn't expect to see you." I clear my throat "your voice is so American, in just a couple of months what the fuck!" he laughs "do you need a ride?" I ask him and he shrugs "sure" he gets in the passenger side.

"drive me home?" he asks and I clear my throat uncomfortably, I hadn't been there in a while but I still remember how to get there, even with my eyes closed. I nod.

Fitz's / Cameron's POV

"this is an inescapable topic isn't it" I laughed to the audience who continued raving on about y/n, my hot chocolate was well gone so I couldn't try to change the topic for the hundredth time.

"look, y/n and i haven't talked in like fucking months. I had no clue she was in Australia, so I wouldn't know where she is." I put my hands up defensively, trying not to trigger the weird crazed stans that loved mine and y/n's relationship when it was at its peak.

"but who knows, maybe i'll see her. I doubt it but nobody knows." my lips touch each other once more as silence overcomes the stream even though the chat was going crazy.

I was thinking about her, not about where she is or who she was even going home to these days, I was only thinking about her. And it wasn't me who prompted those thoughts, it was the fans, now they had me thinking about her.

Even when I hadn't thought about her since a month after she left, I never even cared to think about her, but now she was all I could think about.

Then I heard the front door open, Eric must've been back from his outing. "Yeah well I suppose that's just how things go in America." a female voice says.

I lift part of my headphones off of my ear to hear the voice clearer, did Eric get a friend from America? A Girlfriend? I shrug, thinking nothing of it to check who it was.

Continuing on with my stream.

@haryyballs23: why did he just lift of his headphones? who the fuck-

"no it was nothing, swagger had just come back I think." I clear my throat leaning back.

Two hours passed and the stream eventually ended, the chat was sceptical the whole time.

Getting out of my chair, I stand up to stretch my long limbs, grab my dirty dishes that were once filled with food and walk out of to the kitchen to hear laughing.

Y/N's POV

Eric had left to go get something from his room and I must have been laughing loud at my phone because someone walked in, and my head turned to see him.

"i was thinking about you." his voice sounded as calm as pattering rain "I was thinking about you too" I said breathless, I never thought I could miss someone as much as I missed him.

Even though in the past few months I hadn't thought about him once, it made me miss him even more.

His hair had grown out and he finally had grown a beard like he said he was going to do, he still had the same fashion sense and even though he looked tired he still looked as good as the day I first saw him.

My eyes never left his as he walked over to the counter placed his dishes down, walked towards me and placed his hands on my cheeks "you're real." he whispered with a smile and I kiss him, without hesitation my lips smashed against his.

I kissed him like it was my first kiss like I had been longing for this kiss for years and years.

"i'm real." I smile pulling away, someone clears their throat as Cameron turns around to see Eric with his jaw on the floor "didn't think that would happen..." he says shocked, he then slowly retreated back to wherever he came from.

Cameron turned back to me and I laugh quietly my head falling onto his chest.

"did you really stop loving me?" I ask him biting my lip and he smiled shaking his head "Nah."

#fitz #goodguyfitz x reader #goodguyfitz #misfits #gaybabygang #swaggersouls #misfits podcast #zuckles #misfits fanart #youtubers #tumblr #oneshots #wattpad #youtube

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thecaptainsgingersnap · 10 months

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Questions for Clara!

You mention Arthur is her adoptive brother, how would you describe their relationship?

Does she have a horse? If so what does it look like and what's their name?

How has her mother's death affected Clara?

How did Clara come to join the Van der Linde gang?

What led to Clara's dislike of boats?

Do you have a favourite moment of Clara's? If so describe.

What led to the gunfight that caused the scar on her left arm?

Out of her three hobbies, which is she best at (poker, whittling, and reading)?

How do her and Sean meet?

Who would you say is her best friend?

Putting this under a cut bc it got long.

Arthur is the one who found Clara. She stole his wallet while on the run from an angry shopkeeper. He chased her down, ready to turn her in, but when he caught her, he saw she was just a scared, hungry little kid. Just like he had been. He brought her back to Dutch and Hosea and she became part of their little gang. To the two of them, though, they've always felt more connected than the others. Arthur would kill for any member of the gang, but Clara is the only one he willingly die for. Clara, likewise, would follow Arthur to the ends of the earth (whether to help him or but the shit out of him depends on the day). Just a grumpy cowboy and his annoying baby sister.

She has a solid black Abraxan named Thunder.

Clara's mother's death was very hard on her. Her mother was the only person she had in the world. When she died, Clara was left all alone with nowhere to go. That's how she ended up on the streets of a town outside of West Elizabeth being and stealing just to eat.

After her mother died, 9 year old orphan Clara Monroe stole some food from a baker in a small town outside West Elizabeth. As she ran out of the shop she collided with a teenage boy walking out of the general store next door. Thinking quickly she pick-pocketed him and dashed off.When he realized what had happened, the boy, Arthur Morgan, chased after her. When he caught up to her in a nearby alley, she begged him not to hurt her. When he saw how dirty and hungry she looked, Arthur felt something in his heart break. After learning she was alone, he took Clara back to Dutch and Hosea. When they heard how she had managed to pick-pocket Arthur while on the run, they were impressed. They decided to let her stay with them much like they did with Arthur and John.

Every time she gets on a boat, it either sinks, gets robbed, is a trap to arrest her gang, or she has to jump off. She's just learned to hate them.

My favorite Clara moments are the simple ones. Sitting around the fire while Javier plays his guitar, Sean's arm around her, Fishing by the river with Arthur, making flower necklaces with Jack.

Y'know nobody really remembers the specifics. Somebody said the wrong thing at the wrong time and all hell broke loose.

Reading and she's damn proud of that since she barely had any pepper schooling

Clara first met Sean when she and Arthur came back from a hunting trip to find Dutch and Hosea had brought home a skinny ginger goof who immediately tried to charm her. Within a month of him talking her around like a lost puppy and her laughing at every pickup line he tried, she was smitten.

Kieran

#Clara Monroe

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itspdameronthings · 2 years

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Country Getaway

Summary: title says it all. This fic was inspired by a pic of Garret Hedlund playing a guitar. gave me me an idea for to write. need more Benny fics ! here is mine. Takes place in the Channel 2 universe. Benny takes Doc( fem reader) to the country after a panic attack. Brought on by missing Santi.

Warning: mentions panic attacks. few tears. Benny playing a guitar.

Nothing beats the quietness of the country. Especially during the Fall season. Leaves changing colors. Cool air . Different smells. Being here calms one's heart , mind ,and soul. Reason why you and Benny are at the family farm. Been so long since they visited. So much going on. Work and other stuff forced both of you to take some time away from the city. Main reason for the trip is the pain in your heart. Santi. He isn't with the two of you. He is away visiting a family member who isn't well. Don't know how long he will be gone.

Benny knows how you are when he isn't with you. Couldn't function properly. Mood swings. Till one day. Blue called him to tell him about you having a panic attack caused by a traumatic trauma that was brought in the ER. The bosses thought it would be a good idea to take time off. Benny knows what to do. That night both of you traveled all night till the two of you reached the farm.

After tucking you in his childhood bed. Kisses your forehead he leaves you to get some sleep. Benny isn't that tired. Upon fetching his guitar. Go outside to sit on an old porch swing. Casually strumming a familiar tune he knows so well. Humming along. Getting lost into his music. Suddenly he felt a small hand on his bare, muscular shoulder. Stopped playing long enough to see your exhausted body. Messy hair. Putting down the guitar," ya should be asleep darlin one. Been through hell. " Laying your head on his warm lap. Always makes you feel better. Need his presence right now," Try to rest. All I do is toss and turn. I know you aren't that tired. Could you lay down with me?" Benny felt selfish at that moment. He knows that you can't sleep without both of you. Only connection to Santi was his shirt ,and pillow Benny brought. Helping you up so he could carry you upstairs.

Breathed in his musky scent calms you while playing with his now neck length hair. Softness of the bed hits your back. Bed dips as Benny's body edges close to you. Without thinking. Lay your head on his chest, " I feel numb. Same feeling when Santi left for Columbia. Don't want to go back to that place. So glad you are here." Taking a deep breath," I'm here Doc. Not leavin ya. This trip is for you. Time to focus on yourself. Pope will tan my good lookin hide if something happens to ya. So close your eyes. Focus on something comforting. I'll be right here when you wake." Kissing his chest before your eyes close," love you ben Miller. So fucking much."

Heeding his advice. Mind wanders to a beautiful moment with them. Benny playing his guitar. Santi holds you close to him. Swaying to the beat. Beating of his heart soothes your mind. Deep voice filled the space," love you so much Doc. Don't ever forget that. "

After arriving home. Santi was so tired. Call out your name. Nothing. Benny nothing. Seeing only one car under the carport. Fearing something has happened. Calls the one person that would know. William.

After talking to Willam. He is on the road again. Destination. To be with you and Benny. Finally arrived at the farm. Looking at the house. So peaceful. Getting his bag out of the truck. Entering the house. Though it was odd it was left unlocked. Santiago was armed . In his soldier mode. Goes through the house looking room to room. Nothing. Till he goes upstairs to a bedroom. See a familiar site. Benny is asleep with you in his arms. Took off his shoes and hat. Scoots in beside you. Tracing patterns on your arm. A whimper leaves your lips," need you santi. Miss you." Santi scoots closer to you. Placing kisses on your shoulder. Sighing deeply. Felt so good to hold you again. Missed you like crazy. Benny moans," how did ya find us? Oh… Ironhead. Glad he did. Guess he told ya what happened?" Looking at you again," Yeah, he did. Poor baby. Haven't seen her like that since that night in Columbia. Afraid that ya might not come back to her. Reason for the sabbatical. Her bosses thought she needed a break. Reason why I'm here too. Part of the package deal. Can't ya know focus on takin care of patients while I'm worrin about our beautiful.. hay sweetheart, looks who's here.``

Stirring to look at the source of the deep voice. Whimpering, " Santi! Am I dreaming?! " Santi whispers, " No you are not sweetheart. I'm right here. Both parts of your heart are here with you. Now close your eyes. Time to rest."

You and Santi didn't wake up till mid afternoon. Laying on top of him. Holding both of his fingers. Listening to his heartbeat. Looking in the other direction to see Benny smiling at you. With those loving eyes full of sleep," Sleep well? " Brushing a few stray hairs from your face. Not before touching your face, " Think I should ask ya that . Hate to see you in so much pain. Scares me to no end. We have another mission to take care of ourselves. That's the more important thing here. "

Three of you got up to take in the stillness of the property. So soothing. Never thought about how calming being here is what the doctor ordered. Santi comes behind you. Kissing the back of your head, " Have I told you it is good to hold you close again? If I haven't? Saying it right now. " Sounds of Benny playing his guitar filled the air once more. Santi pulls you back from the railing," Doc, dance with me. Like we did a while back. Head on my shoulder. You sing softly. World drifts away just the three of us. " Biting your lip," Guess you have been thinking about that moment too. Thought about it as well. Never want to be without you ever again. Can't…" Taking a deep breath thinking about what you said. He too was thinking about that too. Vowing that he would never,never leave you for too long.

Benny continues to play ,and sing songs he wrote. Glancing at the beautiful site before him. You are at peace. No more sad expressions. Smiling again. Putting down the guitar. Slowly walk towards them ,and wrap his arms around your waist. Swaying to a tune he is humming. Continue to do that till the sunsets.

Month later. You and Benny returned to work. Refreshed. No panic attacks. Now when you get stressed out. Thought about the farm,and the boys. Rubbing your belly thinking about what else happened. A miracle. A tiny one.

#Triple Frontier #channel 2 #garret hedlund #santiago garcia x reader #benny miller x reader #Oscar Isaac

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hausofperses · 1 year

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CHARACTER NAME: Nevada Saunders AGE: 35 FC: Casey Deidrick KINKS: Voyeurism, rimming, biting ANTI KINKS: Degradation, puppy play, forced incest

BIOGRAPHY:

Nevada Saunders was not born in the state of Nevada, nor had he ever been there. Instead, brought in on a cold, bitter winter night in Detroit, Michigan. It was his parents who had been to Sin City, where they first met, just like any other stereotypical love story. His mothers' romance was like any other: two college students on a Winter Break vacation who fell in love at first sight. When Nevada came into the picture, the couple married young just months before the birth of their son. Everything seemed happy-go-lucky; in fact, Nevada’s father was his best friend growing up. They scavenged during camping, hiking, and fishing trips, and this was how the boy found his love for nature. It all seemed blissful until the kid turned eight when he found himself hiding in a corner watching his parents quarrel. Later, his father would show up late for dinner until that one night when he never came home again. After that day, Nevada never heard from his dad back, not even on birthdays or holidays. His whereabouts were utterly unknown.

Once the divorce was final, Nevada and his mom shipped off to California, leaving their home and memories behind. Los Angeles became a new awakening for the single mother. It was a perfect place to settle and start over again with family just a few hours up north. For months, his mom was a mess. She even stopped calling him Nevada but instead called him Nev, and ever since, the nickname stuck. The single mother spent most of her time working several jobs to keep up with all the bills. Summer was over by the time they became comfortable with the city, and school was starting up again. Enrolling the boy in a private school was costlier, but better for his education. With the last few months of school he spent back in Michigan, Nevada was close to getting kicked out after many backlashes and refusals to do homework. She wanted the best for her son, even if it meant an extra expense.

When high school rolled around, Nevada entered public school after private schooling became too expensive for his mom. The boy did great for the first three years, having an average GPA and focusing on his career in music and learning to play the guitar as a hobby in which he found comfort. His senior year, everything came crashing down. Out of nowhere, Nev’s father started showing up after school, sitting across the street. It was weeks before the stranger finally approached the teen, this left Nev outraged and wondered how exactly his father had found him and why he had appeared suddenly. The intrusion went Nevada stressed and distracted, and slowly, he started to fall behind in his classes; soon enough was threatened with being kept behind if he didn’t step up. Within a few short months before graduation, he dropped out and promised his mom he would work his way toward earning his GED. As the weeks went by, Nevada never told his mom of the reappearance of his father, worried that she would fall back into her emotional state just as she had started dating again. Not long before his father noticed Nev’s absence from school, he showed up at their front door one day. Infuriated, Nev lashed out, telling the man to disappear from his life and never come back.

Three years later, after balancing several jobs and studying, Nevada earned his GED. Better yet, his mother found love and remarried, moving up north to San Francisco. Nev figured he was better off in LA after feeling he didn’t quite belong with his stepdad and stepsister. Throughout the years, he worked different jobs but finally came to settle at a small cafe and pie shop as well as walking dogs for a nearby animal shelter. At the age of 26, Nevada needed more friends and, on a whim, joined a social website. That was where he met someone dear to him almost two years after joining, but nearly half a year later, things didn’t work out on his part.

Along with the split, his mother suffered a miscarriage, making things for him even more stressful. Hours away in Los Angeles, Nevada worried about his mother’s health. Months later, after selling some of his belongings and packing, he moved up to San Francisco.

While there, he put it upon himself to start considering the future after so much time worrying about the welfare of others and not himself. Nevada decided he needed something eye-opening, and that something was called the PCT. After delivering newspapers and walking dogs for the local neighborhood as well as helping his grandmother with housework, Nev had saved up enough to buy all the equipment and necessities for the trip. The trip would take up the whole duration of his summer, precisely 2,659 miles of hiking through deserts, mountains, rough terrains, and unbeatable weather. Starting from the border of Mexico and just beyond the boundary of Canada. After one hundred and thirty-eight days of rediscovering himself, Nev flew back to LA. During his trip, Nevada received from his mom a letter claiming that his birth father had grown ill.

In it contained a note was one from his dad, as well as a check for all the years he hadn’t paid child support. The one request his father had was for Nev to visit him, which Nev refused. Just a few days before Nev finished his hike, his dad passed away. Guilt-ridden, Nevada found it wasn't right to spend the check but was convinced otherwise by his mother.

When he arrived back in LA, Nev had enough money saved over the years to find a better apartment than the last. He also picked back up his jobs at the Pie Hole and the animal shelter, but another thing Nev took upon himself was to go to college to become a music teacher. Four years later, the boy graduated with a degree in Music Education. even used in movies and television shows. He got a job as the Music teacher for an element. One thing he never imagined was falling in love with working with kids. There was something about getting to see the joy on a child’s face when he shared his love and passion of music. Despite, loving his job Nevada still battled with his depression, and no matter how much he tried couldn’t find happiness in Los Angeles.

Flash forward to current day time, Nevada is thirty-five and decided to take a year or two off from teaching. Instead, trying to focus more on his mental health and wanting to thrive in a new environment. Though his dating life could use a few tweaks here and there, after several that had ghosted him and the last had cheated on him. It came to the point where the man thought-- maybe, it was him doing the wrong. The musician wants to find happiness, whatever that meaning could be, or who but right now, he wanted to get out of Cali and experience something different for a change. That’s where he finds himself at Haus of Perses.

#hopstaff

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nevadaxsaunders · 1 year

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Introducing....

Nevada Raistlin Saunders

~~~ Overview ~~~

Name: Nevada Raistlin Saunders

Nicknames: Nev, Nevy

Gender: Cismale

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 35

~~~ Physical ~~~

Height: 6′5″

Hair: Brunette

Eyes: Dark Brown

Appearance: Hairline scar that stands out, more so when his head is buzzed. Several tattoos that cover his arms, back and legs.

~~~ Preferences ~~~

Kinks: Oral, Rimming, Biting, Voyeurism, Light Bondage,

Anti-Kinks: Age play, Puppy play, Incest, Degradation,

BIOGRAPHY

When high school rolled around, Nevada entered public school after private schooling became too expensive for his mom. The boy did great for the first three years, having an average GPA and focusing on his career in music, and learning to play the guitar as a hobby in which he found comfort. His senior year, everything came crashing down. Out of nowhere, Nev’s father started showing up after school, sitting across the street. It was weeks before the stranger finally approached the teen, this left Nev outraged, and wondered how exactly his father had found him and why he had appeared suddenly. The intrusion went Nevada stressed and distracted, and slowly, he started to fall behind in his classes; soon enough was threatened with being kept behind if he didn’t step up. Within a few short months before graduation, he dropped out and promised his mom he would work his way toward earning his GED. As the weeks went by, Nevada never told his mom of the reappearance of his father, worried that she would fall back into her emotional state just as she had started dating again. Not long before his father noticed Nev’s absence from school, he showed up at their front door one day. Infuriated, Nev lashed out, telling the man to disappear from his life and never come back.

When he arrived back in LA, Nev had enough money saved over the years to find a better apartment than the last. He also picked back up his jobs at the Pie Hole and the animal shelter, but another thing Nev took upon himself was to go to college to become a music teacher. Four years later, the boy graduated with a degree in Music Education. even used in movies and television shows. He got a job as a Music teacher for an element. One thing he never imagined was falling in love with working with kids. There was something about getting to see the joy on a child’s face when he shared his love and passion for music. Despite, loving his job Nevada still battled with his depression, and no matter how much he tried couldn’t find happiness in Los Angeles.

Flash forward to the current day time, Nevada is thirty-five and decided to take a year or two off from teaching. Instead, trying to focus more on his mental health and wanting to thrive in a new environment. Though his dating life could use a few tweaks here and there, after several that had ghosted him and the last had cheated on him. It came to the point where the man thought-- maybe, it was him doing the wrong. The musician wants to find happiness, whatever that meaning could be but right now, he wanted to get out of Cali and experience something different for a change. That’s where he finds himself at Haus of Perses.

#Nevada Saunders #Bio

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